Athothis : a satire on modern medicine / by Thomas C. Minor.

tones of sincere admiration. "I encountered him ten years since in Denmark, where, on the moss-covered bat- tlements of an ancient castle, he was rehearsing Hamlet in company with a strolling party of chirping black crickets. 'T was on such a night as this, and I played the Ghost to his melancholy Prince." " Perhaps you have met Ananias and Sapphira during some of your innumerable change artist performances?'' remarked Paulus Androcydes, in concealed spiritualistic merriment. " I have, indeed," murmured Athothis, softly; " they are ubiquitous in the present age. But to change the subject, seeing that you doubt the veracity of many of my statements, suppose we enter this chaste temple ded- icated to music. I observe that the 'free list is sus- pended/ but that's one of our advantages in the spiritual state; having no money, being real dead heads. Come in!" And a second later they occupied the best private box, overlooking the orchestra and stage. " This is a grand audience," whispered Paulus Andro- cydes, as he gazed at the sea of upturned faces, and listened to the flutter of thousands of perfumed and un- dulating fans, whose fascinating movement caused arti- ficial currents of fragrance in the upper hall. " Look at this gorgeous dressing, my Egyptian friend! You must admit that the costumes of the present day are much more becoming and stylish than those of the first dy- nasty ?" " I regret to differ with you again," answered Atho- this. "Although willing to acknowledge that differences in temperature govern what you term style, Egypt was and still is a tropical country, and many of my people were contented with the fashionable garment of that age.