y, but a precious bad thing for you to take.' One
of the Ipswich characters of my boyhood, of whom Mr. Glyde has preserved
an anecdote, was old Tuxford, the veterinary surgeon. He used to declare
that he never took more than one meal a day--a breakfast; but when asked
of what that consisted, he said, 'A pound of beefsteak, seven eggs, three
cups of tea, and a quartern of rum.' It may also be mentioned that
before Mrs. Garrett Anderson was born, Ipswich had a lady physician in
the person of Miss Stebbing, daughter of the doctor to whom I have
already referred. 'She was,' says one who knew her well, 'a woman of
general education, with more than ordinary tact and discernment, combined
with the true womanly power of analyzing and observing. She had good
physical powers, and, like her worthy father, was somewhat pungent in her
remarks and eccentric in her habits. She entered the ranks as a medical
practitioner during her father's life. The benefit of his advice so
aided her perceptive powers as to make her quite an expert in various
ways, and she continued to practise long after his decease, occasionally
attending males as well as females. Her knowledge of midwifery caused a
large number of ladies to engage her services.

Of the Radicals of Ipswich, the only one with whom I came into contact
was Mr. John King, the proprietor and editor of what was then, at any
rate, a far-famed journal--the _Suffolk Chronicle_. Astronomy was his
hobby, and he had ideas on the subject which, unfortunately, I failed to
catch. He had built himself an observatory, if I remember aright, at his
residence on Rose Hill, where he would sweep the heavens nightly, to see
what could be seen. He was a Radical of the old type, a tall, dark,
bilious-looking man, a little hard and dry, perhaps, who seemed to think
that it was no use to throw pearls before swine, and to serve up for the
chaw-bacons a too rich intellectual treat, and his policy was a
successful one. Priest-ridden as Suffolk was, the _Suffolk Chronicle_
was the leading paper of the county, and had a large circulation, and,
let me add, did good service in its day. Now I find Ipswich rejoices in
a well-conducted daily journal, the _East Anglian Times_, which I hear,
and am glad to hear, is a fine property, and I see all the leading towns
in Suffolk have a paper to themselves, even if they can't get up a decent
paragraph of local news--and some of them I know, from my experiences of
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