In this corner, a son of the divine _Esculapius_, writing a book against predestination; perhaps worse--feeling his patient's pulse, instead of his apothecary's----a brother of the Faculty in the back-ground upon his knees in tears--drawing the curtains of a mangled victim to beg his forgiveness; --offering a fee--instead of taking one.

Over there is a surgeon feeling his patient's pulse, instead of his apothecary's - or upon his knees in tears, begging the forgiveness of a mangled victim, - offering a fee instead of taking one.
