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and sickening smells, incidental to a druggist's stock in trade, he had.also
to avoid heaps of charcoal crucibles, bolt-heads, stoves, and the other furniture of a chemical laboratory.
Amongst his other philosophical qualities, Doctor Lundin failed not to be
a confused sloven, and his old dame housekeeper, whose life, as she said,
was spent in "redding him up," had trotted off to the mart of gaiety with
other and younger folks. Much chattering and jangling therefore there was
among jars, and bottles, and vials, ere the Doctor produced the salutiferous
potion which he recommended so strongly, and a search equally long and
noisy followed, among broken cans and cracked pipkins, ere he could bring
forth a cup out of which to drink it. Both matters being at length achieved,
the Doctor set the example to his guest, by quaffing off a cup of the cordial,
and smacking his lips with approbation as it descended his gullet.-Roland,
in turn, submitted to swallow the potion which his host so earnestly recommended, but which he found so insufferably bitter, that he became eager to
escape from the laboratory in search of a draught of fair water to expel the
taste. In spite of his efforts, he was nevertheless detained by the garrulity
of his host, till he gave him some account of Mother Nicneven.
"I care not to speak of her," said the Doctor, "in the open air, and
among the throng of people; not for fright, like yon cowardly dog Anster,
but because I would give no occasion for a fray, having no leisure to look to
stabs, slashes, and broken bones. Men call the old hag a prophetess-I do
scarce believe she could foretell when a brood of chickens will chip the shell
-Men say she reads the heavens-my black bitch knows as much of them
when she sits baying the moon-Men pretend the ancient wretch is a sorceress, a witch, and what not-Inter nos, I will never contradict a rumour
which may bring her to the stake which she so justly deserves; but neither
will I believe that the tales of witches which they din into our ears are
aught but knavery, cozenage, and old women's fables."
"In the name of Heaven, what is she then," said the page, "that you
make such a stir about her?"
" She is one of those cursed old women," replied the Doctor, "who take
currently and impudently upon themselves to act as advisers and curers of
the sick, on the strength of some trash of herbs, some rhyme of spells, some
julap or diet, drink or cordial."
"Nay, go no farther," said the page; "if they brew cordials, evil be their
lot and all their partakers!"
"You say well, young man," said Dr. Lundin; "for mine own part, I
know no such pests to the commonwealth as these old incarnate devils, who
haunt the chambers of the brain-sick patients, that are mad enough to
suffer them to interfe: e with, disturb, and let, the regular process of a
learned and artificial cure, with their sirups, and their julaps, and diascordium, and mithridate, and my Lady What-shall-call'um's powder, and
worthy Dame Trashem's pill; and thus make widows and orphans, and
cheat the regular and well-studied physician, in order to get the name of
wise women and skeely neighbours, and so forth. But no more on'tMother Nicneven* and I will meet one day, and she shall know there is
danger in dealing with the Doctor."
" It is a true word, and many have found it," said the page; " but under
your favour, I would fain walk abroad for a little, and see these sports."
"It is well moved," said the Doctor, "and I too should be showing myself abroad. Moreover the play waits us, young man-to-day, totus mundus
agit histrionenm."-And they sallied forth accordingly into the mirthful
scene.
*This was the name given to the grand Mother Witch, the very Hecate of Scottish popular superstition.
Her name was bestowed, in one or two instances, upon sorceresses, who were held to resemble her by their
%uperior skill in " Hell's black grammar."