SCOTCH DEGREE.
A few years since, a vain old country surgeon obtained a diploma to practice, and called on Dr. H——, of Bath, with the important intelligence. At dinner, the doctor asked his new brother, if the form of diplomas ran now in the same style as at the early commencement of those honours? "Pray Sir, what might that form be?" says the surgeon, "I'll give it to you," replied our Galen, when stepping to his daughter's harpsichord, he sung the following prophecy of the Witches to Macbeth:
He must, he must,
He shall, he shall
Spill much more blood
And become worse,
To make his title good.
"That, sir, was the true ancient mode of conferring a Scotch degree on Dr. Macbeth."