The Madrid Shaver.
NICOLAS PEDROSA, a busy little being, who followed the trade of shaver, surgeon, and man-midwife in the town of Madrid, mounted his mule at the door of his shop in the Plazuella de los Affligidos, and pushed through the gate of San Bernardino, being called to a patient in a neighbouring village of Fonearral, upon a pressing occasion. Every body knows, that the ladies in Spain in certain cases, do not give long warning to practitioners of a certain description, and nobody knew it better than Nicolas, who was resolved not to lose an inch of his way, nor of his mule's best speed by the way, if cudgelling could beat it out of her. It was plain to Nicolas's conviction, as plain could be, that his road lay straight forward to the little convent in front; the mule was of opinion, that the turning on the left down the hill towards the Prade, was the road of all roads most familiar and agreeable to herself, and accordingly began to dispute the point of topography with Nicolas, by fixing her forefeet very resolutely in the ground, dipping her head at the same time between them, and launching her heels and crupper furiously into the air, in the way of argument. Little Pedrosa, who was armed at the heel with one massy silver spur, of stout though ancient workmanship, resolutely applied the rusty rowel to
