ment for her refuſal to comply, according to her agreement, with his amorous wiſhes.—‘Strange indeed!’ exclaimed the whole company with one voice, at the ſame time caſting a ſignificant glance towards Dr. Springsfeld; who ſecretly ſhrugged up his ſhoulders, and vowed in his own mind not to diſmiſs the patient from under his care, till the waters ſhould have waſhed every trace of the romantic Giant-mountains clean out of her imagination. The ſpring in the mean time performed all the doctor or the patient expected from it. The Counteſs, perceiving that her ſtory met with ſmall credit among the Iſraelites of Carlſbad, and even rendered the ſoundneſs of her underſtanding problematical, dropped the ſubject; and Dr. Springsfeld did not fail to aſcribe this happy effect to the water, which had in truth operated in a very different, though a no leſs ſalutary manner, by curing the Counteſs of her gout, and eaſing every ache in her joints.
The
