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A Verdict.—Juries often (and who oan blame
them?) take refuge from the interminable elo-
qnence of opposing oonnsel in a good nap. A
fanny instance ocenrred in New York the other
day. The case was a tiresome one, and towards
its dose the foreman of the jury snored com
fortably, The coart ordered an acquittal
The second juryman, waking np, punched the
foreman in the rib3 and half aroused him. The
clerk asked the usual question, and the fore
man, rubbing his eyes, turned to the Court and
gave this verdict: “We find yonr Honor not
guilty.” •
Old Age.—‘Fifty years of age and found
gnilty of stealing fifty-two barrels of sugar,
groaned Colonel McCann, a Government offi-
°'al, in Nebraska, when he was found gnilty in
a United States court of stealing sugar from
Uncle Sam. He had been President of the
First National Bank of Nebraska City, and had
been defeated by only a few votes in the race
for the United States Senate. By the way, de
feated candidates seem to have been playing the
mischief lately. One or two went crazy, one in
Franklin parish shot at hit successful competi
tor and tried to barn him np in bed, and others
disputed the returns, after the fashion of the
•head tots,’ and are having a row over them.
Hr. Talmage and the Clergymen*—
Mr. Talmage who has been unveiling the un
clean gods at the ‘modern Sodom,’ as he styles
New York, gets some hard hits from his broth
er clergymen as well as from the secular press.
Some of them call him the clerical mounte bank,
and Rev. Mr. Nilson of the Brooklyn Presbyte
rian Cbnrch said in his last Sunday's Sermon.
' In a recent neighboring chnrch at this very
hoar a vast number of people are assembled,
many of them members of other churches, more
of them young men who have flocked over from
a neighboring city, because cf the announce
ment that a prominent minister under the pro
tection of the polioe had been visiting the lowest
and vilest slnms of New York—its gambling
hells, its dance honsea, its resorts of thieves and
prostitutes—for the purpose of presenting pic
tures of these pollutions in a series of sermons
on the abominations of city life. What has bean
the result ? He had achieved a tremendous and
fearful success. • * * And, last of all, he
has made himself and his eaored work the occa
sion of a thousand filthy jokes through the ool-
m n s of leprous papers in resorts frequented by
characters of whom “it is a shame to speak.”
Oh, that the pitiful God may stay the awful, the
; dire results of such ministrations.' ”
Princess Louise.—The United States, as
first consin to Canada, owes thanks to England
for sending to the New World the fairest and
brightest of its royalty in the person of the
lovely and accomplished Marchioness of Lome.
She is said to have been the Queen’s favorite
daughter, and to have received at her marriage
heaitier demonstrations of pride and tenderness
from her royal mother than any of those other
daughters of her house who have passed from
the maternal protection into stately homes and
thrones of their own. Princess Louise afford
a noble rebuke to the idle daughters of wealth,
who, because they have money in plenty to pro
vide for every want, think they have nothing to
do with their time and talents but to
waste them in the most frivolous pursuits,
Princess Louise, though born to wealth and
ease, has not laid down luxuriously in the
“roses and lilies of life.” She has contributed
to the world’s progress and culture by her in
dustry. We are told that she is an earnest
helper of her sisterhood, and takes intense in
terest in all that relates to their advancement
and welfare. It is said that “she is an acoom-
plished linguist, a good sculptor, and some
thing more than a good draughtsman and pain
ter. She has several times contributed to pub
lic art exhibitions in London, and in the pres
ent exhibitedj in the Grosvenor gallery i
pieoe of sonlptnre of marked excellenoe, illus
trative of the doiDgs of Lavaint aud Enid,
Their three gray suits'of armor.
Each on each,
And bound them on their horses,
Each on each,
And tied the bridal rein of all
The three together,
And said to her, “Drive them on
Before you through the wood.”
He foilowed ° * * * *
The curious in snch matters may care to know
that she is an expert in the art of designing
lace and such small things of female conse
quence, and those who would care to examine
the points of her ability with the pencil may
do so in the pages of her husband’s poem, Guido
and Lita;a Taleofthe Riviera. In a word, the
princess, Marchioness of Lome, is “facile prin-
ceps of her sex, the reprosent&tive of the higher
onltnro of woman in England.
Lord Lome, the new Governor of Canada, is a
worthy mate for so noble a woman. A Herald
correspondent says: “Lord Lome had known
the princess from childhood. It wonld hardly
be en exaggeration to say that the two had
grown np together. In age there was little
difference between them, in temperament al
most none. Both were highly accomplished
and fond of following the higher purposes of
life, devoted to literature and art, energetic in
well doing and dtsirous of walking the world
with a higher aim in view than is ordinarily to
be found among these who have their dweling
in kings’ palaces, and each, we may add, was
endowed with that inalienable wealth of char
acter which cannot be misused, squandered or
thrown away.” *
The Boy Tbat Follows the Hearse.
We are all acquainted with the gamin who fol
lows the fire engine, who trots tireless after the
preluding drum and horn of the minstrel show,
or the tinkling bell of the perambulating ad
vertiser. The, name of this urohin is legion;
bat for a boy to have a fancy for following
hearses is not so common, and Dan Gallagher,
of New York, is somewhat of a cariosity through
his mania in that respect. From a peculiarity
in his eyes, he has been given the nick-name of
“Johnny Lookup," and is well known by that
cognomen. A World reporter says of him: ‘Tt
is immaterial to Johnny whether the funerals
he attends are those of strangers or acqnaint-
ances. He has long been a butt among ‘under
takers’ assistants and hack-drivers, and many
pranks have been played on him. Three or
four winters ago an undertaker in lower Green
wich street wagered fifty dollars that “Johnny
Lookup" could not run barefooted and bare-
beaded to Calvary Cemetery three times in one
day. Being promised one half of the amount
if he snoceeded, Daniel started with the first
funeral he saw, and reached the cemetery in
advance of it He rode back to the ferry and
there met another funeral, which he followed
back to the cemetery. Riding back to the ferry
again he met the third faneral. Ha repeated
the ran to the cemetery onoe more, and then re
turned to New York, still without hat or shoes,
to find himself cheated out of the money prom
ised him. His mania has grown so upon Dan
iel within the last three years that he reads
regularly the death notices and oarriesamem-
oranda-book for entries of fnnerals and all con
cerning them. On the day of the announced
faneral, the boy goes to the undertaker’s shop
before the hearse is thriven sway and offers his
assistance in any part of the work. He is
sometimes paid a little money for his services,
but the prospeot of pay does not influence him,
and his happiness is not oomplete nntil he en
ters the cemetery jn advance of the hearse. Af
ter the interment he hastens back to the city if
his book announces another faneral. At Mon
tague’s faneral Dan ran in advance of the hearse
like an old-time footman." *
A Grave with a Bell Punch.—
Apropos of the body-snatching mania, a Yan
kee is about to patent an arrangement that he
thinks will be a very “neat” oheok on those
ghouls who have a propensity to do the deed
onrsed by Shakspeare in his epitaph—
“cursed be he who stirs my bones'”
The patent will exhibit an eleotrio wire run
ning from the final resting plaoe to the polioe
station, where it would ring an alarm if touched
by any one near the grave. The Fanny Man in
one of onr exchanges says: “It wonld, no
doubt, be interesting to sit at polioe headquar
ters and hear the sleepy sergeant remark, as the
alarm rings: “John, go see what’s the matter
with No. W fourth row, back;’’ or, “There now,
some one’s fooling with old Bones’ tomb again,
Jim, step np and see about it” An Ohio man
takes the present occasion to oall attention to
the patent explosive dynamite grave; whioh is
warranted to blow the deaeorator into the nex
country. Old Dr. Le Moyne rises to state thatt
cremation is the only remedy for this sort of
thing. His farnaoe is open at lowest oash rates;
discount to large families and schools.” * ,
The Modern Temperance Work
ers.—The Temperance workers of the country
are not idle. Earnestly and constantly, good
men are trying to stem the current of Vicious
Appetite that else might sweep away prosperity
aud morality from the land. They are not con
tent now with denouncing or ridiculing the
evil. That was the old short-sighted way. Mod
ern philanthropy is wiser and deeper seeing,
and as a consequence tenderer and more for
bearing. Science has strengthened its vision
and taught it deeper sympathies and truer help
fulness. The Temperance Reformers of our day
are mostly large-minded and large-hearted men,
who understand more of the physical causes of
Morbid Appetite and better appreciate the diffi
culties in the way of reform. They have found
that heredity is one ohiof cause of the craving
for stimulants, and that another is a morbid
physical condition, caused in most instances by
irregular habits insuffloient food, unwholsome
diet, or lack of some special kind of food needed
to satisfy a want of the constitution, and without
which thera is that dull craving, that feeling of
“goneness," whioh drinkers urge as a plea for
taking Btimulants. Our modern Temperance
reformers, guided by the toroh of science, are
searching down into the source of the great over
shadowing evil of drunkenness, and striking
gradual blows at its roots that run down deep
into the physical as well as moral being. The
forethought amll compassion arising from a larger
nnderstaedingjof the nature of the mania for
drink, crops out in intelligent help to those who
desire or have begun to reform. Plain, nntech.
nical physiological rules are disseminated among
them.and those of the poorer class are helped to
situations; work i3 given them, clothes, suitable
food, books, and the hand of brotherhood ex
tended with encouraging words that help to
raise their fallen self-respect. Many ministerr,
appreciating the fact that half the crime and sin
of the world may be traced to liquor are making
temperance the subject of sermons and lectures
and are bestowing careful thought on the sub
ject, while the progressive Journals of the coup.
try are analyzing the evil in the grave and sci
entific manner it deserves, and sending out
through essays, stories and incidents, valuable
hints towards reform through such means as
regularity of habits, attention to diet, by eating
wholesome, nutritions food, frequent bathing,
exercise and general regard to the obvious but
too little regarded laws of health. *
Death of Excelsior.—Who did not know
Excelsior? Dan Rice’s wonderful performing
horse, white as snow, blind as Homer, and, in
his equine way, as grand; and as dear to old Dan
as one ol his own blood. We have all seen Ex
celsior, if not since we have grown up and are too
proper to go to circuses, then in our youthful
days when the canvas tent was an enchanted
dome, and the caparisoned horses,the lithe tum
blers—the tulle and tinsel ‘fair equ9striens,’
and even the motly clown seemed a part of fairy
land—altogether too grand and wonderful to be
common mortals and animals. Old Excelsior
himself was grand and wonderful and no mis
take. A notice of his death says: ‘Excelsior was
the most remarkable horse that ever lived. Ex
celsior was blind %)«n Dan came into posses
sion of him, but, horse frequently replied
when his owj.sr oft-repeated question
to him in the rin^, he was glad that he was
blind, and it was probably because he was so
well cared for and so affectionately treated.
When his master fared well no prince could have
treated his noblest hunter more generously,and
when his master was a little short in his own al
lowance the horse never knew it, for there was
always some means found of keeping his stall
well provided and his manger bountifully fill
ed. They traveled together for over a quarter
of a centurj, and wherever Dan Rice was known
the wonderful white horse was a welcome and
general acquaintance. He knew every intona
tion of his owner’s voice, and answered every
question and complied with every command as
a faithful human servant wonld. He was no com
mon trick animal whose antics are gnardod by
the lash. His trioks, if so they might be called,
were the ontoome of an understanding intellect,
and had been instilled into him as a child's first
lessons are taught him, kindly and with en
couraging voice. Excelsior was frequently in
the hands of the sheriff and constable, but as he
was the property of Mrs. Rice, or so claimed to
be, he generally succeeded in escaping writs,
and his detention in the hands of the law’s min
ions was every time but short-lived.’ *
The Fate of the Hebrew.
A Tragic Story.
BTP ROF. J. K. HOSMER.
In one of the old towns on the Rhine, I went
to see a synagogue which tradition says was
built before the Christian era. In Roman leg
ions served certain Jews, who, stationed hereon
the frontier of Gaul, which had just been sub
dued, founded a temple of their faith. I felt
that the low, blackened walls of time-defying
masonry bad at any rate, an immense antiquity.
The blocks of stone were beaten by the weather;
the thresholds nearly worn through by the pass
ing of feet; a deep hollow lay in a Ftone at the
portal, where the multitude of generations bad
touched it with the finger in sacred observance.
Within the low interior my Jewish guide told
me a sorrowful legend, which was no doubt, in
part true, relating to a lamp burning with
donble flame before the shrine. Once, in the
old cruel days, that hatred might be excited
against the Jews of the city, a dead child was
secretly thrown by the Christians into the cellar
of one of their faith. Straightway an accusa
tion was brought by the contrivers of the trick
the child was found, and the innocent Hebrews
accused of the murder. The authorities of the
city threatened at once to throw the chief men
of the congregation into a caldron of boiling
oil if the murderers were not produced. Time
passed; the rabbi and elders were bound, and
heard already, close at hand, the simmering of
the preparing torture. Then appeared two
strangesr, who gave themselves into the hands
of the magistrates, voluntarily accusing them
selves of the crime. Into the caldrons they
were at once thrown, from which, as they died,
ascended two milk-white doves. Innocent, with
a pious lie upon their lips, they sacrificed them
selves to save others. To commemorate their
deed, the lamp with the donble flame had been
kept forever burning within the low arch.
I walked one day through the Juden-grass at
Frankfort. The modern world is ashamed of
the cruelty and prejudice of the past, and would
like to hide from sight the things that bear
witness to it. The low, strong wall, however,
was still standing, within whose narrow confines
the Jews were crowded, never safe from violence,
or even death, if they were found outside at
timies not permitted. Many of the ancient
houses still remained, the fronts discolored,
channeled, towering up in mutilation and decay
that were pathetic, as if they had partaken in
the long suffering of their inmates, and were
stained and furrowed by tears. From one of
the battered houses came the family of Roth
schild, to stand as the right-hand men of kings,
and hold nations in their hands, exchanging
the squalor of the Juden-grass for palaces; but
the cld mother of the family would never leave
the straitened home. She came to believe that
the fortunes of her sons depended npon her
remaining within the wall. She would go for
a day’s visit to her sons in their splendid
abodes, but at night-fall always returned,
and in the Juden-grass, at last, she died. The
Jews of to-day seem to take pleasure in contrast
ing their present condition with their past
misery. They have chosen to erect their stately
synagogue among the old roofs, upon the founda
tions even; of the wall with which the past tried
to fence them off from all Christian contact.
In a certain sense, the most ratienalistic
thinker will admit that the Jews are ‘ the chosen
people of the Lord.’ For intense passionate
force, there is no people among the races of the
earth so remarkable. In whatever direction the
Jew sends his feeling, is it not right to say that
he surpasses in earnestness all other men ? If
the passion be mean or wicked to what depths
will he not descend? Fagin and Shylock are our
types of the extremity of unscrupulous malice.
But if his hate is bitter, a force just as great, on
tne other hand, appears in his love. Be it child
or parent, be it mistress, friend, or wealth, the
How they ‘Make up’ on the
Modern Stage.
.Ano‘her of the lost arts of the stage—lost be
cause sunk in the whelming overflow of stupid
‘realistic’ notions—is the art of ‘make-up. The
‘gentleman’ of the mimic scene knows ot no
make-np art but that which makes him beauti
ful. The whole proofs? coDsisis merely in tue
gumming of a mustache, a grassing and powder
ing of face and hands, a blackening of eye
brows and eyelashes and a painting of the ears.
The vanities of this stage gentleman are ridic
ulous. If you get close enough to the stage any
night, you may see a red spot on the chin of
the actor who is made up to be a pretty ‘perfect
gentleman.’ That red spot represents a dimp.e.
All his make-up Dowers are effeminate and
point merely to the beautification of his vain
self. Booth’s make-up in ‘The Fool’s Revenge
was a genuine work of art, however. The wig,
the scrap of pointed beard and the impish arch
to the painted eyebrows, with a careful use ot
white, red and black in bringing out the lining
of the features and setting their tragic phases
wss quite as admirable in its way es was the
acting of the tragedian. No actor can be said
to know his business until he has acquired this
art of ‘make-up,* which seems likely to prove
another of the lost arts of the stage. As for the
ladies—the aotresses—they have lest the art of
artistic make-np altogether. They had some
ideas on the subject before the opera bouffe
people and the French comedians came over
here, and before Clara Morris went to Paris to
see Sara Bernhardt. Since the period of those
two events our actresses have taken to the
French methods of make-up. They put the
black cosmetic on their eyelids very thioklyfrom
a heated hair-pin, plaster their faces with a
chalky paste, paint their lips with rouge, thus
destroying all expression, redden their cheek
bones high np on the side of the face, and paint
the eyelids all around with shaded Vermillion.
A black mark around the nostrils, pink dabs on
the ears, and a plentiful use of ‘white wash’ for
the arms and neck, constitute all the art. The
make-up is the same for an old woman as a
young one, and the result is that our actresses
look like French ballerinas in loDg clothes, and
their features plastered with pigments inartisti-
cally laid on, are capable of no expression at all,
or at most, of only the ballerina’s grin.
•loliil T. Raymond —The last month of
the new year opens for us, theatrically, with the
name of John T. Raymond. The great Ameri
can Comedian is too well known to need more
than an anonneement of his playing, and espe
cially of his playing ‘Col. Mulberry Sellers,’to
draw a crowded house. Every man and woman
worth the name enjoys genuine humor and fee,?
the better for having laughed over suoh an in
imitably funny conception as ‘Mulberry Sellers
personated by John Raymond. This delightful
comedy is given Monday evening, December
the 2d. Tuesday evening the same companys
said to be a very good one, play ‘Risks or In
sure Your Life.
Louise Pomeroy—The John Ed
wards Company.—‘Strictly first class,’ is
the endorsement of the press wherever the Ed
wards Company have given a performance.
They are playing the Adirondacks, the new
play written for Louise Pomeroy, and of course
that graceful and imaginative actress is the
Star of the Company, and is said to carry off the
honors by a ‘finished rendition of the disap
pointed, scornful young widow, rising to some
thing superb in her abandonment to over-mas
tering emotion in the second act.’ She is veil
Jew’s love is the most intense of loves. If the ^supported. Miss Mortimer makes a pleasing
Sarah Bernhardt's Latest Freak.—Sarah
Bernhardt, the Paris woman wonder, who is at
once painter, sculptor, actor and author, has a
feverish passion for sensations, which couples
with her vanity, has caused her to have herself
painted and photographed in all the poses, situa
tions and costumes that her ingenious and restled
fancy can devise. One painting of her is stars
ling in its unearthliness. It represents her
lying on a crimson oouch, stretched her full length
—and she is taller than most women—dressed in
a dead-white, shroud-like robe that envelopes her
from head to foot, as if it were a corpse who lies
before you. But there is no death in that thin,
dark, intense face, those eyes that burn with deep
smouldering fires. The subtle mouth, the over
refinement, the delicate passionateness of the face
and figure are something to be remembered, even
by one who had only seen, as in our oase, a copy
of the portrait.
The Bernhardt’s latest caprice has been to have
herself photographed in her coffin. She has long
possessed this coffin—a beautiful inlaid and satie
lined casket—a present from a friend—a strong
present for a friend to make—but Sarah Bern-
ardt's strangeness is contagious. It has been
quite a pet with her, this curious piece of boudoir
furniture, and she takes a morbid pleasure in dec
orating it with flowers and the bits of costly lace
left over from her dress trimmings, and trying
on it every idea of ornamentation that enters into
her never-resting brain. At last, she sent for an
artist, arranged herself in the coffin, and had hero
self photographed in the robe she had made for
her burial garments.
’There she lies,’ says a Paris letter, ‘as Mrs,
Gamp would say, ‘ the sweetest corpse.’ ’
Only four oopies of this piotnre wore made-
—for strictly private keeping—but if the pub-
lio oould Bee one of them, whioh it never will,
it would insist on there being a thousand. The
ooffin is half smothered in flowers and branches
of palm, most artistioally arranged, and it is
placed on an incline, so as to permit yon to
have a good view of the ooonpant She lies on
a pillow of white satin; she is robed in white
oashmere, and her bare arms are oroseed meekly
over her breast—Ophelia going to her grave
The eyes are oloaed and all the feetnr es beauti
fully composed. Everything is done to oarry
the idea oat that death is bat»long, dreamless
sleep.’ .
yearning takes an upward tendency, it becomes
the purest and most earnest of religions, voicing
itself in psalm and prophecy, becoming concrete
at length in Christ, the outshining of God Him
self. The spiritual energy of the Jew manifests
itself very strikingly in the tenacity witn which
he clings to his nationality. Eighteen hundred
years have passed since the race,in its old home,
was conquered and driven forth to the four
winds. Since then, what have they not suffered?
Take the history of any of the eivilized nations,
and no page will be found quite so tragic as the
story of its treatment of the Jews. Robbery and
exile, torture and death—not a woe that man can
inflict upon his fellow-man has been spared
them, and the agents of the cruelty have often
felt that in exercising it they were only perform
ing service to God. Men chivalrous and saintly
have perseonted the Jews almost in proportion
to their ohivalry and sanctity. Riohard Cce nr
de Leon taxes and massacres them without
mercy; in the mediaeval cities the hands that
shaping the great cathedrals heap np faggots by
wholesale for the Jew-bnrning; Ferdinand and
Isabella drive them forth by thousands; Luther
turns from them with abhorrence. In the op
pression to whioh the race has been subjected,
nearly all forms of activity have been forbidden
to it exoept money-getting—a narrow, sordid
channel, but through that Jewish energy has
rushed, nntil. despised though the people were,
they have had the world almost at their mercy.
Bat beaten though their hands have been, their
grip has hardly relaxed a particle npon the tra
ditions and customs they value. Even in oat-
ward traits there has been little change. Abra
ham and Mordecai confront ns in the streets
to-day with the very features of their progenitors
of the same names as they stand fixed on the
monuments of Nineveh. Whatever softening
they may undergo through the inflnenoe of
modern ideas, Jernsalem, to multitudes of them,
still their holy city; the babe must undergo cir
cumcision; for themselves and the stranger
within their gates, the unleavened bread must
be prepared at the feast of the Passover. Te
nacity—how marvelons! The world, with blow
after blow of outrage and oontnmely, has not
been able to hnnt the life oat of its grizzly Ju
dean prey.
It is only yesterday, as it were, that a begin
ning was made of lifting the weight off the
shoulders of the Jews. When Lessing seleoted
a Jew to be the hero of his grandest play, the
innovation was so unheard of aa to mark his in
trepidity more^strongly, perhaps, than any act
he ever performed. Even as late as the eighteenth
centnry Jews were massored in Europe. Up to
the time of the Napoleonic wars, in most oonn-
tries they were a race of pariahs. Tney had
scaroely any rights in the oonrts; on church
holidays it was part of the regular celebration
to hnnt them through the streets and sack their
houses; in some oities only twenty-five Jews
were allowed to marry during a year, that the
accursed race might not inorease too fast So
late as 1830, the Jews in Hamburg were hunted
with the old bitterness; even Solomon Heine,
the richest banker in Germany, the man upon
whose shoulders the prosperity of the city to a
large extent depended, who had given whole
fortanes in the most oatholio spirit for innum
erable charities and pnblio ends, with diffionlty
saved himself from outrage.
Not Accountable.—A young “blood” in
New York who drove a flue livery stable horse
to death, set up in oourt a plea that he was an
“infant" in law, as he wan two months of
being twenty-one. The court didn’t see it *
and pretty Kitty. Mr. Brown suoceeds well with
his very difficult part of Gus Gudgen, and Mr.
Leake as Ralph Challis commands the highest
commendation.’ So says our Savannah ex
changes, and on next Wednesday evening, At
lanta will have an opportunity of seeing the
new play and on Thursday evening following,
Miss Pomeroy will appear as Camille in the ever
fascinating play of that name. *
Consumption—IIovv it Hay bp Told
from Astbmn or Bronchitis.—A cer
tain set of symptoms may exist without the
physician being able to say positively, ‘You
have the consumption.’ If snch an one has a
healthy ‘vital capacity,’ it is certain that it can
not be consumption. Another man may n e
have as many of these bad symptoms, or non
of them may be so aggravated, by reason of tem
perament, constitution, duration, etc., yet, if
the spirometer shows that he is deficient in ‘ vi
tal capacity,’ then the existence of consnmptive
disease becomes a demonstration.
When I have ascertained that a man j a
minished ‘vital capacity;’ that his pulse
much too fast at any aud all hours; that he has
been losing in flesh and strength and breadth,
expressed by the complaint of ‘great shortness
of breath;’ that, on placing the ear on the chest
under the collar-bone, it gives no more sound
than if it were laid on a dead wall; or that it
gives snch a sonnd as is made by blowing into a
large-mouthed vial; or tbat there is the sound of
blowing through a tube iuto a vessel of thick
soap-suds, I know that consumption is present
in the form of the presence of tnberoles fatal in
their numbers; or in the form of a dry cavity
in the lungs, showing that they have been eaten
away; ora partially filled oavity, indicating that
the lungs are in an actual state of deoay; of oon-
snming, or consumption; and when snch is the
oase no honest physioian can hesitate to declare
that death will most likely be the resalt; for
when the langs onoe begin to decay, giving
wasting of flesh, strength and health, the issue
is fatal in almost every one of a thousand cases.
Bat suppose all the above symptoms exist, ex
cept that the sonnd given out is like the twit-
tering of many littls birds, then it is not only
not consumption, but it is next to impossible,
in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, that the
person will ever have consumption. And why ?
Simply because the bird-like twittering, when
the ear is laid flat on the ohest, was never
known to be given ont by a consumptive pa
tient, bat is always given ont by an asthmatic,
and asthmatics seldom die of consumption, or
of anything else exoept old age. In a sense,
they die daily, suffer a thousand deaths, bat
wheeze on nntil they dry up to skin and bone,
or become dropsical.
Bnt suppose all the symptoms enumerated
awhile sgo were present, exoept the twittering
sound and a quick pulse, with a ‘tremendous
oough’ added, liable to come on any hour of the
night or day, then it is clear that it is neither
consumption nor asthma, bat common chronio
bronchitis, and the man has a good ohanoe of
living to the age of sixty or seventy years.—Dr
HalL
ftNiok Roberts, with the amusing, sparkling
and infinitely various 'Hnmpty Dumpty’ Com
bination will be in Atlanta on the sixth and sev
enth of December. Extraordinary new attract
tions are promised. New danoee, songs,
and spectacular effects. Go and see.
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