ÆGER; OR, MISTAKEN IDENTITY.
It 's a wise father that knows his own son.
CHAPTER I.
THE SICK MAN IN OXFORD.
"ARE you æger this morning, Sir?" asked the Scout.
"Æger? why, of course I am! Don't I look æger?" answered his master.
"Well"
"Well? but it is n't well! it 's æger!"
"Well—I don't know, Sir," replied the Scout, who (like Truth) was not to be driven from his well; "at least, I did n't know; but, in course, I knows now that you is æger."
"In course you does," replied his master. "So, post the æger till further notice. And—here, Thomas! tell the cook, if he can't devil kidneys better than this, he 'd better give up his profession, and go to the d—, that is to say, diggins."
"Yessir!" said the Scout, who would have made the same answer, if his master—or rather, one of his masters, for Mr. Percival Wylde had but a share in the
