bleeding to death, the usual flow of blood to the part must be nearly stopped. This is readily done by firmly tying a hankerchief or scarf round the limb between the wound and the heart. If this does not arrest the bleeding, a piece of stick must be put under the tight bandage, and turned round and round until the handkerchief or scarf is made so tight as to stop the loss of blood. The patient must then be quietly conveyed to the nearest surgeon or hospital with this tight appliance on the limb. After stanching the bleeding, the next condition is to secure the most favorable state for healing. This is done by bringing the cut tissues together, and keeping them at rest.

In small wounds a bit of rag will keep the pieces of cut skin close together, but in larger wounds the edges must be mechanically brought together. Some do this by pieces of sticking plaster, but more satisfactory results are got by putting in a few stitches. Any one with a little nerve can put stitches into the edges of a wound, bring them together, and keep them in contact by tying the thread. An ordinary needle will do; thread it with silk, push through the skin from the outside of the wound and about one-twelfth of an inch from its edge, draw the thread partly through, then pierce the skin of the opposite side from the inside of the wound, bring the two edges together, tie the thread with two or three knots, and the operation is complete. Put the stitches about a quarter of an inch apart, and sew up all the wound. Use a clean needle, uncolored silk thread, and dip both into boiling water before using.

THE ASCENDING SPIRIT.

There have been accounts by Seers of the severance of the spirit from its earthly tenement at the period of death, and the following account. by a French scientist, åided by a delicate apparatus, is wholly consistent with what these Seers claim to have observed.

The narrator was called to the bedside of a dying person. He had been expecting the summons, and remained beside the dying man until the approach of death became manifest.

"A sudden trembling, shaking the whole body, announced that the supreme moment had come. With one of my friends who was assisting me, we placed our heads under the dark covering of the apparatus and kept our eyes steadfastly fixed on the object glass. The particles of dust in the air were magnified many thousands of times, and for a

moment their violent movement produced a cloud in front of the glass. Then a delicate column of violet vapor, condensed into a flocculent mass, was clearly seen above and around the body. Particles appeared to pursue one another as if obedient to some kind of central attraction. The cloud condensed more and more, and took the vaporous form of a man, then rapidly became purified until it was as colorless as the most perfect crystal.

At the time there was around us a feeling of terrible stillness-a calm that was almost agonizing. An indescribable sensation held us to the instrument, while our hearts seemed to cease pulsating. We kept our eyes fixed on the glass. Particle after particle grouped themselves together so as to produce the exact form of the man we knew so well. The form floated at about a foot above the body, to which it was distinctly united by a delicate cord. The face was undoubtedly the face of the man, but much finer and calmer. The eyes were closed, and the astral shape seemed to be asleep. By a double impulse, we, both of us, experienced the desire that the form should awake. At that very moment the bond which joined it to the body broke. A slight trembling passed over this beautiful, perfectly modelled form; a violet flame shone where the heart should be. It stood up and gave a sorrowing look at the abandoned body, extended the right hand with a gesture of adieu, then vanished, condensing into a small sphere which disappeared in the dawn of the everlasting to-morrow."

BLINDNESS IN NEW-BORN INFANTS.

There are, says Mr. S. Snell, Ophthalmic Surgeon to the Sheffield General Infirmary and to the Institution for the Blind, few things more sad in my experience than to witness infants of only a week or two old, brought for treatment, with one or both eyes either already lost or irreparably damaged. Nor is this feeling rendered less by the reflection that the disease which has led to such dire results could have been in the first instance prevented, or, if that opportunity had passed, timely treatment would have brought about recovery of sight. A card bearing the following caution has been distributed among parents bringing children to the general infirmary:-"Important. If a baby's eyes run with matter and look red a few days after birth, take it at once to a doctor. Delay is dangerous, and one or both eyes may be desrtoyed if not treated immediately."

MOSQUITOES.

The bill of a mosquito is a complex institution. It has a blunt fork at the head, and is apparently grooved. Working through the groove, and projecting from the angle of the fork, is a lance of perfect form, sharpened with a fine bevel. Beside it the most perfect lance looks like a handsaw. On either side of the lance two saws are arranged, with the points fine and sharp, and the teeth well defined and keen. The backs of these saws play against the lance. When the mosquito lights, with his peculiar hum, it thrusts its keen lance, and then enlarges the aperture with the two saws, which play beside the lance until the forked bill with its capillary arrangement for pumping blood can be inserted. The sawing process is what grates upon the nerves of the victim, and causes him to strike wildly at the sawyer.

FAITH CURE AND CANCER.

A case of death by cancer under treatment by self-styled Christian Scientists, recently occurred in Jamestown, N. Y. A coroner's jury was impaneled, and gave the following verdict, which should be a warning to "Christian science" doctors :-Mrs. Barrows came to her death from cancer of the breast, on the 8th of May. We believe that contributory to this death was the culpable negligence of Mrs. M. J. Smith and Mrs. E. G. Lovejoy, who were advised of the nature of the fatal malady with which deceased was suffering, and failed to resort to or advise treatment by any of the methods known to medical science. We further believe that W. A. Barrows was also negligent of his duty in not securing medical treatment for his wife when there was reason for believing that she was in need of such treatment.

CURE FOR BURNS.

Put the part instantly in cold water, or cover it with moistened baking powder, and then with a wet cloth. When the skin is destroyed the point to be attained is to exclude the air; do this by covering the burn with sweet oil, vaseline, linseed oil, cream, carron oil, lard, or with flour spread thickly on a linen cloth or on a cotton batting. An excellent covering for burnt surfaces is made by mixing common whiting (used in kitchens for polishing purposes) with sweet oil, olive, cottonseed or other oil, or even water, into a thick paste. With this the burn

is carefully covered by means of a feather, taking care not to break the blister, then the whole part is covered with cotton cloth and kept clean and moist. Burns of large size are always dangerous, often resulting in death, and should receive the careful attention of a skilled physician.

HOW TO BE BEAUTIFUL.

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Beauty has its foundation in physical well-being, which must be understood and obeyed, these laws being clearly indicated in our physical and mental constitutions. They demand-1. Proper food and drink in such quantities as the system is capable of readily assimilating. Air and sunlight in abundance. 3. Sufficient exercise, rest and sleep. 4. An agreeable temperature. 5. Perfect cleanliness. The whole secret of a full form and rosy cheeks lies in pure blood, manufactured from wholesome food by healthy and active vital organs.

STUTTERING CURED.

All stutterers are of the nervous temperament, and in their haste to speak so much nervous energy is sent to the vocal organs that they cannot act fast enough for it to escape, and confusion is the result. All that is necessary is to divert a part of that energy to some other operation—that is, to divert the mind partly to some other thing; thus, at the enunciation of every syllable tap any part of the body with the finger, or the floor with the foot, or wink the eye, and the person will cease to stutter on the instant. Persist in the practice, and the cure will be permanent.

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MISCELLANEOUS.

HE WAS NOT MARSHAL NEY.

BY S. H. PRESTON.

From 1816 to 1846, a man known as Peter Ney, lived in Rowan County, North Carolina. He was a cultured, non-communicative man, and some of his neighbors surmised that his life was one of mystery. He followed the profession of teaching school. Sometimes he would get the worse for wine. Though remark

ably reticent when sober, he was quite loquacious when in liquor. At those times he would confidentially tell his friends that his real name was Michael Ney -that in fact he was the famous French Marshal, the hero of five hundred battles, who was called "Bravest of the Brave," by Bonaparte, and made Prince of Moskwa by him on the bloody field of Borodino, who covered the retreat of the Grand Army from Moscow and commanded the last charge of the Old Guard at Waterloo.

But after the downfall of Napoleon, Marshal Ney was condemned to death and shot in the garden of the Luxembourg, where a monument marks the spot of his execution. Not so, said the North Carolina Ney. He escaped. The soldiers sent to shoot him chanced to belong to his old command. He only had to tell them to aim high and to drop when the volley was fired. He was duly declared dead and his body was taken away by friends, who secretly sent him to Bordeaux, where he took ship to Charleston, S. C.

And his North Carolina neighbors began to believe this talk of the intemperate teacher. They thought he looked like pictures they had seen of the Marshal. And for sixty years there have been people in the Carolinas who have believed that this Peter Ney was Michael Ney, the hero of a hundred battle fields of Bonaparte. And now the Rev. James A. Weston, a scholarly Episcopal clergyman of Hickory, N. C., has published a pretentious book to prove the claims of Peter.

It is time this silly story was shelved with those respecting the survival of Restell, Wilkes Booth and Brigham Young. Still there will always be folks ready to swallow any improbable tale that is tinged with romantic mystery. Tell them Bonaparte was not sent to St. Helena, but escaped and became a bartender in Boston, or that John Brown is still roaming about the Adirondacks, and they would believe the stories and strive to make them plausible.

A few facts suffice to do away with this Ney myth, that is, among the well informed. Members of his family have never taken any stock in it. On the contrary, they have repeatedly refuted it. They, as well as Napoleon and his old companions in arms, would certainly have known if by any chance Marshal Ney had escaped execution.

And nothing could be more absurd than to suppose that he did escape. The allies, that is, the combined kings of Europe, had determined that he must die. He who had so often routed their armies and came so near overthrowing their thrones at Waterloo, was fixed upon as the victim of their vindictive revenge. The Chamber of Peers condemned him to death by a majority of one hundred and fifty-two.

He was aroused from a placid repose to receive his sentence. As the officer proceeded to recite his numerous titles he cut him short with, "Simply say Michael Ney-once a French soldier and soon a heap of dust." While his wife was on her knees before the king praying for his pardon he was taken out to be shot. To the officer sent to bandage his eyes he said, "Are you ignorant that for twenty-five years I have been accustomed to face both ball and bullets?" He calmly removed his hat, and surveying the squad of soldiers drawn up to shoot him with the same serenity he had always shown in the storm of battle, he raised his right hand to his heart and said, "Comrades, fire on me." He dropped dead,