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and there broken in upon by the high towers of shot and other manufactories, or some large building which rises boldly in the distance; while the Dreadnought's splendid frame fills up half the river, and she that was used to deal out death and destruction with her terrible rows of teeth is now dedicated by humanity to succour and relieve.

I mention this because the house in which Dr. Tadpole formerly lived no longer exists; and I wish particularly to describe it to the reader.

When I left Greenwich in 1817 or 1818, it was still standing, although certainly in & very dilapidated state. I will however give a slight sketch of it, as it is deeply impressed on my memory.

It was a tall narrow building of dark red brick, much ornamented, and probably built in the time of Queen Elizabeth. It had two benches on each side the door; for, previous to Tadpole's taking possession of it, it had been an alehouse, and much frequented by seamen. The doctor had not removed these benches, as they were convenient, when the weather was fine, for those who waited for medicine or advice; and moreover, being a jocular, sociable man, he liked people to sit down there, and would often converse with them. Indeed, this assisted much to bring him into notice, and made him so well known among the humbler classes, that none of them, if they required medicine or advice, ever thought of going to any one but Dr. Tadpole. He was very liberal and kind, and I believe there was hardly a poor person in the town who was not in his debt, for he never troubled them much about payment. He had some little property of his own, or he never could have carried on such a losing concern as his business really must have been to him. In early life he had been a surgeon in the navy, and was said, and I believe with justice, to be very clever in his profession. In defending himself against some act of oppression on the part of his captain - for in those times the service was very different to what it is now—he had incurred the displeasure of the Navy Board, and had left the service. His enemies (for even the doctor had his enemies) asserted that he was turned out of the service; his friends, that he left the service in disgust; after all a matter of little consequence. The doctor is now gone, and has left behind him in the town of Greenwich a character for charity and generosity of which no one can deprive him. He was buried in Greenwich churchyard; and never was there, perhaps, such a numerous procession as voluntarily followed his remains to the grave. The poor fully paid him the debt of gratitude, if they did not pay him their other debts; and when his will was opened, it was found that he had released them all from the latter. Peace be to him, and honour to his worth !

The shop of Doctor Tadpole was fitted up in a very curious manner, and excited a great deal of admiration. During his service afloat, he had collected various objects of natural history, which he had set up or prepared himself: the lower row of bottles in the windows were full of snakes, lizards, and other reptiles; the second tier of bottles in the window were the same as are now generally seen - large globes containing blue and yellow mixtures, with gold hieroglyphics outside of them; but between each of

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these bottles was a stuffed animal of some kind, generally a small monkey, or of that description. The third row of bottles was the most incomprehensible; no one could tell what was in them; and the doctor, when asked, would laugh and shake his head ; this made the women very curious. I believe they were chiefly preparations of the stomach, and other portions of the interior of the animal frame ; but the doctor always said that it was his row of “secrets:" and used to amuse himself with evading the questions of tho other sex. There were some larger specimens of natural history suspended from the ceiling, chiefly skulls and bones of animals; and on the shelves inside a great variety of stones and pebbles and fragments of marble figures, which the doctor had picked up, I believe, in the Mediterranean; altogether the shop was a strange medley, and made people stare very much when they came into it. The doctor kept an old woman to cook and clean the house, and his boy Tom, whom I have already mentioned. Tom was a goodnatured lad, and, as his master said, very fond of liquorice; but the doctor used to laugh at that (when Tom was not by), saying, “It's very true that Tom cribs my liquorice; but I will say this for hím, he is very honest about jalap and rhubarb, and I have never missed a grain."

Next door to the doctor lived another person, who kept a small tobacconist's shop, which was a favourite resort of the pensioners and other poor people. She was an Irishwoman, with the strong accent of her country, a widow by her own account. Who her husband had been was not satisfactorily known : if tho

question was put, she always evaded it as much as possible. All she said was that his name was St. Felix, and that he had been of no profession. She was about twenty-two or twenty-three, very handsome, and very pleasing in her manners, which was perhaps one cause of the surmises and scandal which were continually afloat. Some said that her husband was still alive; others, that he had been transported for seven years ; and many (and among them my mother) declared that she could not produce her “marriage lines." Indeed, there was no end to ill-natured reports, as always will be the case, when men are so unfortunate as to have a reputation, or women so unfortunate as to be pretty. But the widow appeared to be very indifferent to what people said: she was always lively and cheerful, and a great favourite with the men, whatever she may

have been with the women. Doctor Tadpole had courted her ever since she had settled at Greenwich : they were the best of friends, but the doctor's suit did not appear to advance. Nevertheless the doctor seldom passed a day without paying her a visit, and she was very gracious to him. Although she sold every variety of tobacco, she would not permit people to smoke, and had no seats either in the shop or at the door — but to this rule an exception was made in favour of the doctor. He seldom failed to be there every evening; and although she would not allow him & chair, she permitted him to remain standing at the counter, and smoke his cigar while they conversed. It was this indulgence which occasioned people to think that she would marry the doctor; but at last they got tired of waiting, and it became a sort of proverb in Fisher's

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Alley and its precincts, when things were put off to an indefinite period, to say, “ Yes, that will be dono when the widow marries the doctor."

One evening, Ben had sent me to fill his tobacco-box at Mrs. St. Felix's, and when I went in I found the doctor in her shop.

"Well, Master Tom Saunders, or Mr. Poor Jack," said the widow, “ what may your pleasure be ?"

“Pigtail," said I, putting down the penny.

“ Is it for your father, Jack, for report tells me that he's in want of it?"

"No," replied I, "it's for old Ben-father's a long way from this, I expect."

“ And do you intend to follow him, Jack ? opinion you'll be the very revarse of a good sailor if you cruise bottom up, as you did on your first voyage."

"It's not the pleasantest way of sailing, is it, Jack?" observed the doctor.

“ Not in winter time,” replied I.

The widow measured the length of the pigtail, as milliners do tape, from the tip of the finger to tho knuckle, and cut it off.

And now will you oblige me with a cigar ?" said the doctor. “I think this is the sixth, is it not, Mrs. St. Felix ? so here's my shilling."

“ Really, doctor, if it were not that the wry faces I make at physic would spoil my beauty, I'm almost in honour bound to send for something to take out of your shop, just by way of return for your patronage."

“I trust you will never require it, Mrs. St. Felix; I've no objection to your sending for anything you please, but don't take physic."

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