Brooks, the
celebrated anatomist in Blenheim-street, by a hackney night-coachman,
who was known to the party as the resurrection Jarvey. On his being
deposited in this state at the lecturer's door, by honest Jehu, who
offered him for sale, the surgeon proceeded to examine his subject,
when, untying the sack, he discovered the man was breathing: 'Why, you
scoundrel,' said the irritable anatomist, 'the man's not dead.' 'Not
dead!' re-echoed coachee, laughing at the joke, 'Why, then, kill him
when you want him!' The consequence of this frolic had, however, nearly
proved more serious than the projectors anticipated: the anatomist,
suspecting it was some trick to enter his house for burglarious
purposes, gave the alarm, when Jarvey made his escape; but poor
B------was secured, and conveyed the next morning to Marlborough-street,
where it required all the ingenuity of a celebrated Old Bailey solicitor
to prevent his being committed for the attempt to rob a bonehouse."
After this anecdote, we all agreed to separate. Transit would fain
have led us to the Covent-garden finish, which he describes as being
unusually rich in character; but this was deferred until another night,
when I shall introduce you to some new acquaintances.--Adieu. Lady Mary
Oldstyle and the D'Almaine family are off to-morrow for Brighton, from
which place expect some few descriptive sketches.
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