146 — THERE IS NO HURRY.

Chubb, the county apothecary, would he laugh
and ask him if he could read his own prescrip-
tions? Then he recurred to a dream—for it
was so vague at that time as to be little more—
whether it would not be better to abandon alto-
gether country practice, and establish himself in
the metropolis—Lonpvon. A thousand pounds,
advantageously spent, with a few introductions,
would do a great deal in London, and that Was
not a third of what he had. And this great idea
banished all remembrance of the past, all sense
of the present—the young aspirant thought only
of the future. :

CHAPTER II.

Five years have passed. Dr. John Adams
was “ settled” in a small “ showy” house in the
vicinity of Mayfair; he had, the world said,
made anexcellent match. He married a very
pretty girl, * highly connected,” and was con-
sidered to be possessed of personal property,
because, for so young a physician, Dr. Adams
lived in “ a superior style.” His brother Charles
was still residing in the old farm-house, to which,
beyond the mere keeping it in repair, he had
done but little, except, indeed, adding a wife to