With that the ugly old lady took herself off, courtesying like a French dancing-mistress.

"I hope your worship won't forget, Mistress Death, what I asked you!" John cried after her— "your worship won't visit me again for a long time to come, eh?”

"Don't be afraid, John," she answered, as she disappeared, "until your house crumbles to pieces you won't have a visit from me."

John returned home to his wife, and told her all that had happened; and his wife, being sharper than he, determined to make use of Mrs. Death's advice, and in spite of his remonstrances spread about every where the news that her husband was a famous doctor-that he had only to look at a patient to tell whether he would live or die.

All the neighbours, however, only laughed at the idea of Starving John turning doctor in his old age, and called him "Don John" in ridicule.

One Sunday they went so far as to arrange a practical joke to show off his ignorance. A number of girls were to sit round a basket of figs, as they often did of a holiday afternoon in the fruit season, when, all of a sudden, one of them was to give a terrible cry as if taken ill, and some of the others were to carry her off to bed, while the rest ran for Starving John the Doctor.

John had no great faith in Mrs. Death's promises, and was loath to expose himself to the ridicule of the

girls, but at his wife's urging he went along with them, when, lo and behold, he no sooner entered the room of the pretended patient, than he saw Mrs. Death herself standing at the head of the bed! "The girl is very ill indeed—too ill for me to save. She'll die before night!" pronounced John, in a knowing tone. And he went home amid the laughter of the assembled neighbours, who knew what the girls were playing at. But it so happened that the unfortunate girl had been eating the fruit too freely-that she was taken ill and died that very night!

As you will readily guess, this made Starving John's fortune.

Far or near, there was no patient slightly or dangerously ill to whom he was not called; fees flowed in like rain. No longer was he dressed in rags; his clothes were properly made by a tailor. Instead of his pinched, woebegone look, his face grew as ruddy as the sun; his withered hands, as smooth as pork-sausages; his shaking legs, as firm as marble columns; and his empty stomach assumed dimensions to vie with the dome of a church. For his children he bought honourable employments, and badges of office to sew on in front, and keys to hang out behind.

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8 There used to be several sinecure offices in Spain, the symbol of which was a silver key slung over the pocket-flap on the left side.

But what he spared least of all was the money required to keep his house in good repair. He even salaried a bricklayer, whose business it was to see there was never so much as a tile loose, remembering that Mrs. Death had said she would never come to visit him till his house crumbled to pieces.

Years rolled by as John's fortune increased, but as prosperous years always roll away-fast ; and then came less fortunate years. First his hair fell off, and then he lost his teeth; then his spine got curved like a reaping-hook; and then he grew halt in one of his legs. One day, when he was ill, Mrs. Death sent him a bat, with her compliments, to inquire after him; but John didn't like the look of the creature, and drove it away. After that he had a cough; and Mrs. Death sent an owl, to say she would come and see him very soon, and John drove him away too. After that he had a fit; and Mrs. Death sent a dog, to give him to understand, by howling at his door, that she was on her way, and John drove him away also. But he got ill for all that, and then he got worse, and then Mrs. Death knocked at the door, so John hobbled out of bed, and locked it and put up the bar; but Death contrived to creep in under the door.

"Mrs. Death!" said John, indignantly, "this isn't fair. You told me you wouldn't come so long as my house was not crumbling to pieces."

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"Oh!" answered Death, "isn't your body your house and hasn't that been crumbling to pieces? Didn't your strength fail first, and then your hair, and then your teeth, and then your limbs; haven't they all been crumbling away?"

"I certainly didn't understand you so!" answered John, dolefully, "and relying on your word, your coming now takes me by surprise."

"That is your fault, John," answered Death.. "Men ought to be always prepared for my coming, and then I should never take them by surprise."

RAMON THE DISCONTENTED.

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JAMON was a discontented man. Instead of thanking Providence for all the good gifts of earth, and the promise of the joys of heaven, he was always repining at the hardships of his life, and finding out one thing after another to grumble at. Work he specially objected to. He wanted a cottage, and a pig, and a stock of poultry, and a vine, and a wife, a smoking cazuela', and plenty of tobacco; but when it came to working to pay for them, then it was quite another story. He was an only son ; his hard-working parents had spoilt him by letting him have his own way, supplying him with all he wanted out of their own earnings; and so he grew up idle and apathetic, finding fault with fate, instead of putting his shoulder to the wheel: "Estan las cosas en este mundo como cuernos en un costal-todas de punta" was a favourite proverb of

1 Large earthen pot, used by the Spanish peasants for cooking.