Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-04-28
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THE CLEVER DOCTOR.

LADOuU dSO Gut
honorable and Reverend 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,
and soon found himself at Rouen,
where he stayed for some days, taking
every morning walk around the Ca
thedral, carrying volume of Dante
under his arm.
One afternoon he walked up the
Mont st. Catherine, and seating him
self on the grass, gravely devoted him.
self to the divine comedy. He had
scarcely lost himself in Dantes stately
measure, when a stranger approached
and with most perfect courtesy ad-
dressd him, asking if he were an Eng.
lishman, and If so, if he would permit
few minutes conversation.
4 wish to perfect myself IN your
language, said the stranger, smiling,
and | always seize every opportunity
to talk to an Englishman.'
you already speak the language flu.
emily, said Mr.. Lambert, politely; sit
down, monsieur
Resting on the turf with glorious
view before them, the two young men
soon found themselves talking glibly
Of the news of The day, of Dante, re
liglon, politics and the weather; well
educated, and up to the times on all
points. He Immediately told MIR. Lam
bert that he was doctor and practic-
ing 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 a beautiful white dog, a poin-
ter, which gamboled around his mas
ter's 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
prepared.
The next morning the honorable and
Reverend Mr.. Lambert was better.
The doctors prescription made him
sleep 1t had given him strength, and
he felt an appetite for breakfast
Months Of treatment in London at the
hands of 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. In.
stinct told him, however, that he might
meet him again on the Mont St. Gather.
Inc. So with renewed hope, health,
energy, he walked again to the top of
the hill. In five minutes he was
joined by the French doctor and his
dog, who came bouncing along with
his pointer nose in the grass.
The two men greeted each other
with smiles and shook hands cordial
ly.
You have saved my life, DOCTOR
saic Mr.. Lambert, with unusual en-
thusiasm. Not at all, not at all, my
dear friend, said the doctor ; Il only
gave you good tonic, which also made
you sleep. | found out (what none of
my English brothers in medicine seem
to have found out that you have moth.
ing,the matter with you. Your sys-
tenn needs little jogging, that is all.
Railroad travel, my dear friend, will
soon set you up. Now, dare say you
have been leading very easy and sed-