A DIALOGUE.
Scene.—Clinical wards of Royal Infirmary. The Physician and his Clerk loquuntur.
John Murdoch, in the clinical ward with thoracic aneurism of the aorta, had at his bedside a liniment of aconite, etc. Under the stress of a paroxysm of pain, he drank it off, and was soon dead.
Physician.—Well, Sir, what about Murdoch? Did you see him alive?
Clerk.—Yes, Sir.
Physician.—Did you feel his pulse?
Clerk.—No, Sir.
Physician.—Did you examine his eyes?
Clerk.—No, Sir.
Physician.—Did you observe any frothing at the mouth and nose?