CHAPTER LXIII.  These little things are great to little man.—GOLDSMITH. “Have you seen much of your scientific phoenix, Lydgate, lately?” said Mr. Toller at one of his Christmas dinner-parties, speaking to Mr. Farebrother on his right hand. “Not much, I am sorry to say,” answered the Vicar, accustomed to parry Mr. Toller’s banter about his belief in the new medical light. “I am out of the way and he is too busy.” “Is he? I am glad to hear it,” said Dr. Minchin, with mingled suavity and surprise. “He gives a great deal of time to the New Hospital,” said