C H A P. III.     -- Bon jour!   -- good morrow?   -- so you have got your cloak on betimes!   -- but 'tis a cold morning, and you judge the matter rightly   -- 'tis better to be well mounted, than go o' foot   -- and obstructions in the glands are dangerous   -- And how goes it with thy concubine -- thy wife -- and thy little ones o' both sides? and when did you hear from the old gentleman and lady -- your sister, aunt, uncle, and cousins   -- I hope they have got better of their colds, coughs, claps, toothaches, fevers, stran- guries, sciaticas, swellings, and sore-eyes.              B 4                --What [ 8 ]   -- What a devil of an apothecary! to take so much blood -- give such a vile purge -- puke -- poultice -- plaister -- night- draught -- glister -- blister?   -- And why so many grains of calomel? santa Ma- ria! and such a dose of opium! peri- clitating, pardi! the whole family of ye, from head to tail   -- By my great aunt Dinah's old black velvet mask! I think there was no occasion for it.   Now this being a little bald about the chin, by frequently putting off and on, before she was got with child by the coachman -- not one of our family would wear it after. To cover the MASK afresh  was more than the mask was worth --   and to wear a mask which was bald,                           or [ 9 ] or which could be half seen through, was as bad as having no mask at all --     This is the reason, may it please your reverences, that in all our numerous fa- mily, for these four generations, we count no more than one archbishop, a Welch judge, some three or four alder- men, and a single mountebank --   In the sixteenth century, we boast of no less than a dozen alchymists.                           C H A P.