Should the symptoms remain unabated after a few hours, apply one or two leeches to the throat, and put mustard poultices to the foot and thighs, retaining them about eight minutes; and, in extreme cases, a mustard poultice to the spine between the shoulders, and at the same time rub mercurial ointment into the armpits and the angles of the jaws.

It seems a far cry from the The Ingoldsby Legends to The Deeds of the Romans, nevertheless The Leech of Folk-stone was directly taken from the hundred and second tale, Of the Transgressions and Wounds of the Soul.

It is, in fact, a born surgeon, a Sangrado of the Air, and rivals that celebrated Spanish Leech in its fondness for phlebotomy.

"But what then?" "Men of ability," declared Hetty slowly, "are of two classes: the very successful, who attain high and honorable positions, or the clever scoundrels who fasten themselves like leeches on humanity and bleed their victims with heartless unconcern.

On this occasion they smear their bodies with lemon juice, which prevents the leeches from hurting them while they are in the water.

If the bruise be very severe, and in the neighbourhood of a joint, it will be well to apply ten or a dozen leeches over the whole bruised part, and afterwards a poultice.

Should learned leech with solemn air unfold Thy leaves, beware, be civil, and be wise: Thy volume many precepts sage may hold, His well fraught head may find no trifling prize.

"They sent you for physic, you say," replied Ammalát: "why, who is sick with you?" "Our Khanóum Seltanetta is dying: here is the writing to the leech about her illness:" with these words he gave Ammalát a silver tube, in which was a small piece of paper rolled up.

JOHN LEECH without Mr. Punch would still have spread delight, for did he not illustrate those Handley Cross novels which his friend THACKERAY said he would rather have written than any of his own books?

That's the trouble; men like me, merchants, blockheads, understand nothing; and this just serves the turn of such leeches as you.

But the poor little thing was disheartened where she wasthe shore did not seem very far away, looking along the water horizontallythe cries of the people on the bank seemed nearshe was sure she could not hold on much longershe was so anxious to get out of this cold lakeshe was so afraid to dieshe dreaded the black leeches at the bottomshe loved and trusted Smith as such women as she always love

Somebody nursed the figure, toohe is sure of thatbringing it water, medicines, food, and leeches for its aching temples; smoothing its pillow and arranging its bed-clothes, in those endless nights, so much longer, yet scarce more dismal than the days,somebody, whose voice he never heard, whose face he never saw, yet in whose slow, cautious tread there seemed a familiar sound.