Courage, Signor Sangrado! Said I: never be weary of setting your wits against kermes; and deafen the health dispensing tribe with your thunders against the use of bleeding in the feet. If, spite of all your zeal and affection for medical orthodoxy, this empiric generation should succeed in supplanting true and legitimate practice, it will be at least your consolation to have exhausted your best endeavours in the support of truth and reason.
As my secretary and myself were walking to the inn, making our observations high glee on the doctor s entertaining and original character, n man from fifty five to sixty years of age happened to pass near us in the street, walking with his eyes fixed on the ground, and a large rosary in his hand. I conned over the distinctive cut of his appearance most cunningly, and was rewarded in the recognition of Signor Manuel Ordonnez, that faithful trustee for the affairs of the hospital, of whom so honorable mention is made in the first volume of these true and instructive memories. Accosting him with the most profound and unquestionable tokens of respect, I paid my compliments in due form and order to the venerable and trust worthy Signor Manuel Ordonnez, the man of all the word in whose hands the interests of the poor and needy are most safely and answered that my features were not altogether strange to him, but that he could not recollect where he had seen me. I used to go backwards and forwards to your house, replied I, when one of my friends, by name fabricio Nunez, was your service. Ah! I recollect the circumstance at once, rejoined the worthy director with a cunning leer, and have good reason to do so: for you were a brace of pleasant lads, and inexperience. Well! And what is become of poor fabricio? Whenever he comes across my thought, I cannot help feeling a little uneasy about his temporal and eternal welfare.
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It was to relive your mind upon that subject, said I to Signor Manuel, that I have taken the liberty of stopping you in the street. Fabricio is settled at Madrid, where he employs himself in publishing miscellanies and collections. What do you mean by miscellanies and collections? Replied he. I mean, resumed I, that he writes in verse and prose, from epic poems and the highest branches of philosophy, down to plays, novels, epigrams, and riddles. In short, he is a lad of universal genius, and most exemplary benevolence; sometimes modestly talking to himself the credit of his own compositions, and sometimes lending out his talents to the literary ambition of those noblemen who write for their own amusement, but wish their names to be concealed, except from a chosen circle. By traffic like this he sits at the very first tables. But how does he sit at his own? said the director: upon what terms does he live with his baker/ not quite so confidentially as with people of fashion, answered I ; for between ourselves, I take him to be quite as much out at elbows as ever job was. More bonds and judgment against him than ever job had, take my word for it! Replied Ordonnez. Let him like the spittle of his titled friends and patrons till his stomach till his stomach heaves at the nauseating saliva; his printed dedications and his oral flattery, in trade of his profession , with not bring grist enough to his mill, to keep hunger
From the door. Mind if what I say does not turn out to be true! He will come to the dogs at last.
Nothing more likely; for he cohabits with the muses already; and many a plain man has found, to his cost, that is no keeping company with the sisters, without bein worried by their bulling brethren. My friend Fabricio would have done much better by remaining quietly with your lordship; he would now have been lying on a bed of roses, and everything he had touched would have turned to gold. He would at least have been in a very snug berth, said Manuel. He was a great favourite of mine; and I meant, by a regular gradation from subaltern to principal situations, to have established him in ease and affluence on the basis of public charity; but the foolish fellow took it into his head to set up for a wit. He wrote a play, and brought it out at the theatre in this town: the piece went off tolerably well, and nothing thenceforth would serve his turn but commencing author by profession. Lope de Vega, in his estimation, was but a type of him: preferring, therefore, the intoxicating vapour of public applause to the plain roast and boiled of this substantial ordinary, he came to me for his discharge. It was to no purpose for me to argue the point, or to prove to him what a silly cur he was, to drop the bone and run after the shadow: the mad blockhead was so suffocated by the smoother of authorship, that the instinctive dread of fire could not rouse his alacrity to escape burning.
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In short, he was miserably unconscious of his own interest, as his successor can testify: for he, possessing practical good sense, though without half Fabricio s quickness and versatility, makes it his whole study and delight to go through his business in a workmanlike manner, and to fall in with all my little ways. In return for such good conduct, I pushed him forward in a manner corresponding with his deserts; and he unites in his own person, even at this time of day, two offices in the hospital, the least lucrative of which would be more than sufficient to place any honest man at his ease, though encumbered with a yearly teeming wife.