CURE FOR THE AGUE.
Water did not cure the doctor, however, but beer did.
Dr. Burrowly was stricken down in his prime, and just as he was about to succeed to the most elevated position in the medical profession.
The doctor was a politician, as well as an excellent surgeon. When Lords Gower and Vandeput were contesting the election for Westminster, in 1780, the doctor was supporting the latter. One Weatherly, who kept a tavern, and whose wife wore the —— belt, was very sick. Mrs. Weatherly deeply regretted the fact of the sickness, as she wanted her husband to vote for Lord T. Late on election day, Dr. Burrowly called round to see his patient, quite willing that he should be sufficiently sick to keep him from going to the polls. To his surprise he found him up, and dressed.
“Heyday! how’s this?” exclaimed the doctor, in anger. “Why are you up, without my permission?”
“O, doctor,” replied Joe Weatherly, feebly, “I am going to vote.”
“Vote!” roared the doctor, not doubting that his wife had urged him to attempt to go to the polls to vote for Lord J. “To bed. The cold air would kill you. To bed instantly, or you’re a dead man before nightfall.”
“I’ll do as you say, doctor; but as my wife was away, I thought I could get as far as Covent Garden Church, and vote for Sir George Vandeput.”
“For Sir George, did you say, Joe?”