Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-08-20
A CLEVER DOCTOR.

ABOUT twenty years ago the Honor
able and Reverend Edward Lambert, a
clergyman of the Church of England,
found that his health was growing in
firm, moral and physical languor
seemed to take possession of him; that
English melancholy which comes, no
one knows why or wherefore, and he
could not shake it off. Young, rich,
handsome, eloquent, sure of preferment
in the Church-what was the matter
with the Honorable and Reverend Ed
ward Lambert ?
He did what all Englishmen do when
other remedies fail-he crossed the
Channel.
He thought he would seek the rays OF
the sun, that luminary, so scarce in
England. Perhaps it was the sun that
he needed.
So one fine day he sailed for France,
end soon found himself at Rouen, where
he stayed for some days, taking every
morning walk around the Cathedral,
carrying volume of Dante under his
arm.
One afternoon he walked up the Mont
St. Catherine, and seating himself on
the grass graVely devoted himself to the
Divine Comedy. He had scarcely lost
himself in Dante IS stately measure when
a stranger approached and with the
most perfect courtesy addressed him,
asking if he were an Englishman, and,
if so, if he would permit few minutes
conversation.
81 wish to perfect myself in your
language" said the stranger, smiling,
"and l always seize every opportunity
to talk to an Englishman."
".You already speak the language
fluently," said Mr.. Lambert, politely
"sit down, Monsieur"
Resting on the turf, with a glorious
view before them, the two young men
soon found themselves talking glibly OF
the news of the day, of Dante, of Ieli.
gion, politics and the weather. The
Frenchman was very agreeable, well
educated and up to the times on
all points; he immediately told Mr.
Lambert that he was a Doctor and
practicing his profession at Rouen.
1t was natural that the young clergy
man should speak to him of his own
case, which he did freely, asking the
Doctors advice.
The Doctor became extremely inter-
ested, and, upon examining Mr.. Lam,
bert's tongue and pulse, gave him a
prescription.
They walked together TO Rouen, and
Mr.. Lambert then noticed that the Doc.
tor had Il beautiful white dog, a point.
er, which gamboled around his masters
heels.
They separated as they reached the
city, the Doctor to go and see his pa,
tients, the clergyman to seek an apothe,
cary. where he got his prescription pre-
pared.
The next morning the Honorable and
Reverend Mr.. Lambert was better. The
Doctors prescription had made him
sleep. 1t had given him strength, he
felt an appetite for breakfast. Months
of treatment in London at the hands o.
the best physicians had not done this
for him.
He wished to thank and to remuner.
ate the Doctor, when he remembered
that he did not know his name. Instinct
told him, however, that he might meet
him again on the Mont st. Catherine
So with renewed hope, health, energy, he
walked again to the top OF Che hill. In
five minutes he was joined by The
French Doctor and his dog, who came
bounding along with his pointer nose in
the grass.
The two men greeted each other with
smiles, and shook hands cordially.
you have saved my life, Doctor y
said Mr.. Lambert, with unusual enthu.
siasm. Not at all, not at all, my dear
friend" said the Doctor; "I only
gave you tonic, which al
80 made you sleep. 1 found out
(what none of my English brethren in
medicine seem to have found out) that
you have nothing the matter with you'll
Your system needs a little jogging, that