Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Can't you praise my pill?Dr. Herd. (struggles with himself) . I—I cannot. You should not attempt to compound pills on your own account.Rübub (breathing laboriously) . And yet there was a time when you, too——Dr. Herd. (complacently) . Yes, it was certainly a pill that came as a lucky stepping-stone—but not a pill like that!Rübub (vehemently) . Listen! Is that your last word? Is my aged mother to pass out of this world without ever knowing whether I am competent to construct an effective pill or not? ”
