way up he suddenly lurched against his patient, upset him, and sent him rolling heels over head to the bottom of the staircase.
The man yelled out from the bottom, "Confound you, Doctor, you've broken my arm!"
"Oh! is that all? I can set that. I have already loosened your jaw."
He visited the late Mrs. Radford, an aged lady.
"What you want," said he, "I'll tell you. Get a boat and a pair of sculls and row round Plymouth Sound; do that or be d——d."
"Doctor," replied she, "I can't do one—and I won't be the other, not even to please you."
When he resided in George Street, Devonport, the young officers often came to him to try, as the saying is now, "to pull his leg"; but they rarely got the better of him. Once a couple called with grave faces to inform him that a comrade had swallowed a blue-bottle fly, and that it was buzzing about in his interior and made him feel very ill. Doctor John went to an out-house and returned with a fat spider, and gave it to the young officers. "There," said he; "tell your friend to swallow that, and it will soon settle the blue-bottle."
On another occasion, some officers whom he had served invited him to dine at the mess with them, but, "No," said he; "I never dine from home."
"Very well," said they, "dine with you we will; and, if you will allow us, we will order a dinner to be served in your own house."
"No objection to that," said Budd, and he protested afterwards that they had given him the best dinner and the best wine he had ever eaten and drunk in his life.
From Devonport he removed to Westwell Street, Plymouth, and this became the Mecca of the poor, whom he attended with as much consideration as the
