knife for years.  Of this fact, my surgical teacher, who is my warm friend, is fully aware.  At every important case that he has, I am desired to be present, and assist in the operation, and once or twice, where there were no friends of the patient to object, I have been permitted to perform the operation myself, and always with success.  In this department of my profession, I feel great confidence in myself—­and it is that part of it, in which I take the most interest.”

“And in which, I doubt not, you will one day be distinguished.”

“I trust so; and yet, things look dark enough just now.  But to go on.  A few days ago, I dined with some friends.  After dinner, the bottle was circulated pretty freely, and I drank as freely as the rest, but was not aware of having taken enough to produce upon me any visible effects.  It was about an hour after the table had been cleared for the wine, that an unusually loud ringing of the door-bell attracted our attention.  In a few moments after, I heard a voice asking, in hurried tones, for Doctor Lane.  Going down at once to the hall, I found old Mr. Camper there, the rich merchant, in a state of great agitation.

“‘Doctor,’ said he, grasping my arm,—­’a most terrible accident has happened to my daughter!—­thrown from a carriage!—­My physician cannot be found, and as I have often heard your skill warmly alluded to by him, I desire your instant attendance.  My carriage is at the door—­Come along with me, quickly.’

“Catching up my hat, I attended him at once, and during our rapid drive to his princely residence, learned that his only daughter had been thrown from a carriage, and dreadfully injured; but in what way, could not ascertain.  Unaccountably to myself, I found my mind all in confusion,—­and, strange, unprofessional omission! forgot to request that I be driven first to my office for my case of instruments.  We had not proceeded half the distance to Mr. Camper’s residence, before I noticed that the old man became silent, and that his eye was fixed upon me with a steady, scrutinizing gaze.  This added to the confusion of mind which I felt.  At length the carriage stopped, and I accompanied Mr. Camper to his daughter’s chamber, hurriedly, and in silence.  As I paused by the bed upon which she lay, I again noticed that he was regarding me with a steady searching look, and an expression of face that I did not like, and could not understand.

“I proceeded, however, at once, to examine the condition of my patient, who lay in a kind of stupor.  There was a deep gash on the side of her face, from which the blood had issued profusely.  By the aid of warm-water, I soon cleared the wound from a mass of coagulated blood that had collected around it, and was glad to find that it was not a serious one.  I then proceeded to examine if there were any fractures.  All this time my hands were unsteady, my face burned, and my mind was confused. I was conscious that I had taken too much wine.