A PHYSICIAN'S TALE. BY HEBERDEN MILFORD. "Maids as well as youths have perished, Coleridge's "Sibylline Leaves." "We wither from our youth, we gasp away- Sick-sick; unfound the boon-unslaked the thirst, Love, fame, ambition, avarice-'tis the same- Each idle-and all ill-and none the worst- For all are meteors with a different name, And Death the sable smoke, where vanishes the flame." IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON: HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS, 13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1854. 249. W. 283. ΤΟ SAMUEL EDWARDS, Esq., M.D., These Volumes are Dedicated, AS THE TRIFLING MEMORIAL, OF A MUTUAL AND LONG FORMED FRIENDSHIP. London, August, 1854. A PHYSICIAN'S TALE. CHAPTER I. "It was a vast and venerable pile, Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle." BYRON. "Oh! ill-judging sire of an innocent son." WORDSWORTH. IN one of the southern counties, in a remote and unfrequented district, is the pretty little village of Elleringay. Situated on a gentle acclivity, and commanding an extensive prospect over a broad expanse of country, screened in on the north and east by dark woods of sturdy oak, towering elms, and spreading beech, with a crystal stream VOL. I. B |