An Epigram.

A lady sent lately to one Doctor Drug,
To come in an instant, and clyster poor Pug —
As the fair one commanded he came at the word,
And did the grand office in tie-wig and sword.

The affair being ended, so sweet and so nice!
He held out his hand with — " You know, ma'am, my price "
" Your price, " says the lady — " Why Sir, he's your brother,
And doctors must never take fees of each other. "