In the your 1740 there lived in the Latin quarter in Paris, " famous miser named Jean Avere. The wealth concealed in the obscure rookery where he resided was believed to be fabulous, and was no doubt really very great, Among his treasures was a celebrated diamond necklace of immense value. This he concealed 40 carefully that he ultimately forgot its hiding-place himself. He sought diligently for weeks, and, failing to find It, became almost insane. This rendered him even less capable of remembrance, and he took to his bed broken in body as in mind, A few weeks later a doctor and an old woman, who had sometimes done odd jobs about his house, were both at his bed-side, seeing that the end was near. As the clock' in the neighbouring tower tolled tone, he ceased his low muttering and sat up and shrieked, 'I remember where it is now. I can put my hand on the necklace. For God's suke let me go for it before I forget it again!" Here his weakness and excitement overcome him, and he sank back among his rags, stone dead. Physicians and students are familiar with these sudden outflashings of memory at the great crisis of human fate, Let the reader consider this while we relate an episode in the humble career of " Signalman, Andrew Agge, who may be foun duty in his box at Culgaith, a little station on the Midland, twenty-three miles south of on duty nearly every day, and his fast without leaving his post.
nent and mental strain tell on the system. The strongest men cannot stand it long without feeling its effects. It makes tone think of the passionate exclamation in Yon Hood's Song of the Shirt,"
"Oh, God that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap."
Our friend had been at the same work for many years, although he was only thirty-five when these lines were written. In 1884 he began to feel that he was about to break down, "don't know what ails me," he would say, "but I can't eat." What he forced down produced no sense of satisfaction or strength. "Sometimes he was alarmed at finding he could scarcely walk on account of should be seized with this at Some moment giddiness. "He said to himself, "What when there is trouble on the line, and I need all my wits about tne 2" rain against his own tombstone."
was alone at first, but help arrived, and ithe poor signalman ' was carried howe. Physicians laboured on his case without avail, Around his bed were his tive little children, the mother being absent in an institution, to" be treated for a serious ailment Here he lay for weeks, part of the time unconscious. "Nothing was to be done but to wait for the end. Then the torpid faculties awakened fora moment. Memory flashed up, annd he recalled the fact that a medicine which had used with bencsit. years before, cond then thrown aside and forgotten, ras concealed ina secret place at the signal box. He sent for and took a dose. Soon his \owels moved, it, the kidneys acted, the pain ceased, he felt better. "With brightened hope he sent to Carlisle for more. "It arrived. He used it, and in a few days the doctors were astonished to find their patient out of doors, and on th road to recovery. He regained his health completely, and, in speaking of his experience, said to the writer, " What a wonderful thing it was that, on what promised to be death-bed, T suddenly remembered where. had put "that half-used bottle of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. That flash of memory probably saved me from death"
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