DOCTOR Bristol called on his patient the succeeding day; he found him feverish, and petulant in spite of his habitual politeness; he complained that the opiate had not been powerful enough. He anticipated a long delay; he was used to disappointment, and for himself could bear it; but he dreaded to encounter his daughter's impatience. Doctor Bristol understood too well the arts of his vocation, he was too sagacious a practitioner, not to have observed that a skilful application to the mind is often a surer remedy than any favourite or fashionable drug. He accounted satisfactorily to Mr. Redwood for the increase of fever; he detected and brought to light many favourable symptoms; he spoke of a ball which was to be given in the village, and intimated that some of the most respectable inhabitants would wait on Miss Redwood, and deem themselves honoured by her presence. He produced some late newspapers which he had procured at the post-offi ce; the last foreign reviews; and succeeded in producing as sudden a change of symptoms as an empiric would have promised.