A young lady suffered much from throat-distemper, and insisted that it was caused by a bristle from her tooth-brush, which she felt sure had lodged in the folds near the palate. Her physician could find no such obstruction; but he called in another doctor, who examined her throat, declared that he could see the bristle, and carefully removed it,—or rather pretended to do so, showing the patient a bristle which he had concealed in his hand for I the purpose. The young lady's throat troubled her no more.
Every demagogue can excite passions; it takes a great man to allay them. Small crafts rise and sink with the billows; the ship-of-the-line divides the waves on her passage.
