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Paulus Androcydes, but it was noticeable that Doctor Rusticus and Athothis maintained a dignified silence. " Did Mrs. Cloverblossoin recover ? " asked the student, assuming his wonted air of gravity. " No! " replied Doctor Rusticus, crustily. " She vent off! How could it be otherwise, since the city doctors loaded the poor woman with nitro-glycerine ? However, her husband must have been satisfied with the treatment, as he has since married a girl some forty years his junior." " How abundant the dandelions are this spring ! " cried the student, with the evident intention of changing the subject. " Yes!" answered Doctor Rusticus, glancing at the numerous yellow flowers fringing the green grass at the road-side. " It is one of our most reliable indigenous remedial agents. What a pity that it is not more used. Its golden imbricated florets mark the coming of spring almost as surely as the incoming swallows. There is no agent I am acquainted with so useful in real chronic pul- monic affections and diseases of the liver as the fluid ex- tract of taraxicum. How beautiful the dogwood looks with its snow white blossoms. I have known the bark of this tree to break up severe cases of ague where quinine failed. It seems as though an ever-kindly nature fur- nishes mankind with the very remedies needed in cases of sickness, and, strange to say, these medicines are usually most common in localities where the diseases for which they are useful are most prevalent. Malaria and liver complaint are frequent causes of indisposition in this valley, and these specifics are growing on the same soil; but here we are at Cloverblossom's gate, and