out, turned up his sleeves, squared his fists, and shouted, 'Now then, you blackguard, I'll show you what I have to do with it,' and knocked him down on the platform."
A friend took Budd out in his yacht. As the vessel skimmed through the smooth waters of the Sound—"He's a fool, a cursed fool," said Budd, "he who has the means and don't keep a yacht."
Presently the boat shot out beyond the breakwater, and began to pitch. Budd turned livid, and his lips leaden. "He's a fool, a cursed fool," said he, after he had stooped over the side, "he who, having the means, keeps a yacht; and he's a cursed fool who, having a friend that has a yacht, allows himself to be over-persuaded to go out with him."
Mrs. Calmady was in a very poor way. The doctors had bled her and allowed her only slops, and the poor lady was reduced to death's door. As a last resource Dr. Budd was called in. "Chuck the slops away, and chuck the doctors after them, with their pills and lancets," roared Budd. "Give her three or four glasses of champagne a day, a bowl of beef-tea every three hours, beefsteaks, mutton-chops, and oysters."
In fact, Dr. J. W. Budd broke through the wretched system that prevailed of bleeding and giving lowering diet for every kind of malady, which was the Sangrado system of the day.
A girl was shown to him in a sort of box, almost like a coffin. He had been called in to examine her, and he said that he would undertake to cure her if she were taken to his house and his treatment were not interfered with.
"But, oh! Doctor," said the mother, "dearest Evangeline can eat nothing but macaroons."
"In—deed!"
