go upon a very rational hypothesis, not to cure, but take away the part affected.  My love of mankind made me very benevolent to Mr. Salter, for such is the name of this eminent barber and antiquary.  Men are usually, but unjustly, distinguished rather by their fortunes, than their talents, otherwise this personage would make a great figure in that class of men which I distinguish under the title of Odd Fellows.  But it is the misfortune of persons of great genius, to have their faculties dissipated by attention to too many things at once.  Mr. Salter is an instance of this:  if he would wholly give himself up to the string,[346] instead of playing twenty beginnings to tunes, he might before he dies play “Roger de Caubly"[347] quite out.  I heard him go through his whole round, and indeed I think he does play the “Merry Christ-Church Bells"[348] pretty justly; but he confessed to me, he did that rather to show he was orthodox, than that he valued himself upon the music itself.  Or if he did proceed in his anatomy, why might not he hope in time to cut off legs, as well as draw teeth?  The particularity of this man put me into a deep thought, whence it should proceed, that of all the lower order barbers should go farther in hitting the ridiculous, than any other set of men.  Watermen brawl, cobblers sing; but why must a barber be for ever a politician, a musician, an anatomist, a poet, and a physician?  The learned Vossus says,[349] his barber used to comb his head in iambics.  And indeed in all ages, one of this useful profession, this order of cosmetic philosophers, has been celebrated by the most eminent hands.  You see the barber in “Don Quixote,"[350] is one of the principal characters in the history, which gave me satisfaction in the doubt, why Don Saltero writ his name with a Spanish termination:  for he is descended in a right line, not from John Tradescant,[351] as he himself asserts, but from that memorable companion of the Knight of Mancha.  And I hereby certify all the worthy citizens who travel to see his rarities, that his double-barrelled pistols, targets, coats of mail, his sclopeta,[352] and sword of Toledo,[353] were left to his ancestor by the said Don Quixote, and by the said ancestor to all his progeny down to Don Saltero.  Though I go thus far in favour of Don Saltero’s great merit, I cannot allow a liberty he takes of imposing several names (without my licence) on the collections he has made, to the abuse of the good people of England; one of which is particularly calculated to deceive religious persons, to the great scandal of the well disposed, and may introduce heterodox opinions.  He shows you a straw hat, which I know to be made by Madge Peskad, within three miles of Bedford; and tells you, it is Pontius Pilate’s wife’s chamber-maid’s sister’s hat.  To my knowledge of this very hat, it may be added, that the covering of straw was never used among the Jews, since it was demanded of them to make bricks without it.  Therefore this