Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1853-10-14
The sick Bachelor.

t1ore I am doomed man-booked for fever in
,b;s gloomy room up four flights of stairs nothing
% look at but one table, two chairs and cobweb
iSa racing like locomotive; heart throbbing as
r # we're hoped with iron; mouth parched as Ish-
naers in the desert; not bell rope within reach
snn mourning in through those uncurtained windows
hot enough to SINCE off my eyelashes; all my conf
denal letters lying loose the tab and couldn't
get up to them if you held one OF Colts reviewers
70 nv head ALI my masculine 81 friends parading
Broadway suppose peeping under the pretty girls
bonnets, or drinking sherry cobblers." sherry
cobbIer Bacchus what luxury. believe Sa-
tan suggested the thought to me-
unghoL | suppose the doctor, whom they have
cont for will come before long; some great pOmpOus
Fscuapius with an owl phiz gold-headed cane,
n nracnlar voice, and callous heart and hands
who will first manipulate my wrist and then take
the latitude and longitude of my tongue; then he
vii give me punch in the ribs. and torment me
with more questions than there are in the Assembly
catechism then he'll bother me for writing materi
mis- to scratch hieroglyphic humbug prescription,
ordering five times as much medicine as ] need :;
then shall have TO pay for it; then ten to the
apothecarys boy will put up poison by mistake =
CH4ar. how my head spins round ! HppOdrome
racing is nothing to it
Hist! There's the doctor No! it is that little
unregenerate cub my landladys pet boy, with
bran new drum, Gas I'm alive) upon which he is
beating crucifying tattoo. If | only had boot
tack to throw at him No that wouldn't do his
.
sixpance to keep the peace. The little embryo
Jew He says he 1rouidnt do it under quarter =
Twitted by little pinafore |, Tom Halliday, six
feet in my stockings! | shall go frantic.
Doctor is coming!" Well, let him come-I'm as
savage as if I'd Just dined off col missionary I'll
pretend to be asleep and let the old Pillbox expert
ment.
How gently he treads how soft his hand is and
how cool and delicious his touch. how tenderly he
parts my hair my throbbng temples His mag
netc touch thrills every drop of blood in my veins
it marvellous how soothing it is. | feel happy
as Il humming bird in lilly cup, drowsy with honey
dew. Now he's moved away. | hear him writing
a prescription. I'll just take peep. and see what
he looks like. Caesar Agrippa if it isn't Female
PlYsjcsan dainty as a Peri-oud my beard three
da9s old! What bust (Wonder how my hair
Hooks = What foot and ANGLE! What shoulders;
what a little round waist Fever I've got TWEEN
Nv fevers, and the heart complaint besides. What
the mischief sent that little witch here? She will
either kill or me quick.
Wonder if she has any masculine patients ?
Wonder if they are handsome Wonder ifshe lays
that little hand on their foreheads she did on
mine! Now she's done writing, I'll shut my eyes
and grOan, and then, may be, she will pet me some
more bless her little soul
She says poor y as she holds my wrist, his
pulse is too quick" In the name of Cupid what
does she erPect? She says, as she pats my forehead
with her plump little fingers :" >h-sh! Keep
cool ~ Lava and birthstone does she take me for
an iceberg!
Oh, Cupid of all your devices, this feminine doc
orng for bachelor is the ne gIus ultra of witch,
Draft If don't have prolonged run of fever, my
pane isn't ON Halliday!
She's gone and I'm gone, too.