I had long known that the doctor used some particular season for his operations, but was unable to say precisely the time, until a few days since I had a conversation with a person who is well acquainted with the doctor and his yearly “fair, or feast,” as it is termed.  Exactly twenty-four hours before the new moon, in the month of May, every year, whether it happens by night or by day, the afflicted persons assemble at the doctor’s residence, where they are supplied, by him, with the hind legs of a toad! yes, gentle reader a toad—­don’t start—­enclosed in a small bag (accompanied, I believe, with some verbal charm, or incantation,) and also a lotion and salve of the doctor’s preparation.  The bag containing the legs of the reptile is worn suspended from the neck of the patient, and the lotion and salve applied in the usual manner, until the cure is completed, or until the next year’s “fair.”

One would think that such a mysterious routine of doctoring, would attract but few, and those the most illiterate; but I can assure my readers the case is different.  The number of carts, chaises, and other conveyances laden with the afflicted which passed through this place on the 2nd instant, bore ample testimony to the number of the doctor’s applicants; and the appearance of many of them corroborated the opinion that they moved in a respectable sphere of life.

The new moon happening this year on the 3rd instant, at 57 minutes past 7 o’clock in the morning, the “fair” took place at the same hour the preceding day.

My readers, no doubt, have heard of the efficacy of the stone in the toad’s head, alluded to by Shakspeare,[2] for curing the cramp, &c. by application to the afflicted part; but it was left for Dr. B——­ to discover the virtues of a toad’s leg.  Apropos, an eccentric friend of mine, once gravely told me he intended to procure this precious Bufonian jewel; and as probably some reader may feel a wish to possess it, I will furnish him with the proper method of obtaining it, as communicated by my scientific friend.  Voici—­Cut off poor bufo’s head and enclose it in a small box pierced with many holes; place it in an ant hill, and let it remain some ten or twelve days, in which time, or a little longer, the ants will have entered and eaten up every part except the stone.  RURIS.

    [2] “Sweet are the uses of Adversity,
        Which, like a toad, ugly and venomous,
        Wears yet, a precious jewel in his head.”

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“THE MORNING STAR.”

(For the Mirror.)

  Queen of celestial beauty!  Morning Star! 
    Accept a humble bard’s untut’red lay;
  To him, thy loveliness, surpasseth far
    The silv’ry moon, and eke the God of day. 
  The world with all its pride cannot display
    A form so fair, so beautiful as thine;
  Its glories fade, its proudest beauties die;