But all this is very
proper--we mean the botanical part of the story--for the knowledge of the
natural class and order of a buttercup must be of the greatest service to
a practitioner in after-life in treating a case of typhus fever or
ruptured blood-vessel. At some of the Continental Hospitals, the pupil's
time is wasted at the bedside of the patient, from which he can only get
practical information. How much better is the primrose-investigating
_curriculum_ of study observed at our own medical schools!
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SOME THINGS TO WHICH THE IRISH WOULD NOT SWEAR.
MR. GROVE.--This insufferably ignorant, and, therefore, insolent
magisterial cur, who has recently made himself an object of unenviable
notoriety, by asserting that "the Irish would swear anything," has shown
himself to be as stupid as he is malignant. Would, for instance, the most
hard-mouthed Irishman in existence venture to swear that--
Mr. Grove is a gentleman; or that--
Sir Francis Burdett has brought honour to his grey hairs; or that--
Colonel Sibthorp has more brains than beard; or that--
Sir Robert Peel feels for anybody but himself; or that--
Peter Borthwick was listened to with attention; or that--
Sir Peter Laurie's wisdom cannot be estimated; or that--
Sir Edward George Erle Lytton Bulwer thinks very small beer of
himself; or that--
The Earl of Coventry carries a vast deal of sense under his hat; or
that--
Mr.
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