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THRE E SONGS.
fc'rom thy Boston Traavlpt.
If some time thousdiotildst chance to And these
Years hence in some forgotten place,
Blaekri banded for tender grace,
And winded memories" should Come in
Like clouds around a breezy mountain lake,
Not of the riter—but of days
About which sheeny memory plays—
Reracmbor that he Wrote them for thy sake.
The thought of thee
!•-. sweeter to me
Than the breath of the rose
In the garden close.
Where the merry breezes play,
And the songs of the bird
And the bee are heard
All the livelong summer day.
And when the north wind blows
\iul roars around the gable—
'Then before me on the tabic
Like a Ihing ruby glows,
All the winter-tide, a rose.
Hut the thought of thee
l* sweeter to me
Than the breath of the rose.
Thou art my lily, my pearl
Thou art my ilower and my gem,
And 1 en\y no king, dear girl,
I en\y no king,
ilis glittering diadem.
'lore's a gl.is-s of rare, pale wine,
With it heart, like thine, aflame,
And 1 d'-ink to those eyes of thine,
1 drink to thine eyes.
AIM' softly breathe thy name.
We s.it mid the clmer, the clover,
The held was sheeny and bright,
The wind danced under and over
The blossom*, the blossoms of clover,
The lield js sheeny and bright,
The wind danced under and over
The blossoms, the blossoms of clover.
The wind is a wanton rover
ilis heart is gay and light.
We sat 'mid the blossoming clover,
With the dreamy stream at our feet,
\nd the willows bending over
And the lengthening mountain shadows
O creeping across the meadows,
Do you remember, sweet?
MAJOR SCHOTTGUHN'S BABY.
There was a time, in his boyhood days
when the Major thought Sunday a dreary
day. No work, no play, everything sol
emn, prim clothes, church bells, dull ser
mon, a momentary relief in the air after
thurch more bells. Sunday school more
bells, more dull sermon, supper, to bed,
weary with monotony and then the joy
ous awakening on Monday morning, the
hum of busy life resumed, the grass green
er, the sun brighter, the birds blither, and
all iha world natural again. But as the
Major grew older, and came to take up
his share of the responsibilities that fall to
men, Sunday appeared to him in a differ
ent light, and he began to realize the
wisdom of that provision of Providence
which gives one day's rest in seven, and
still later, so keen was his enjoyment of
the day that he looked forward to Satur
day night as a time when he should di
vest himself of all his little petty cares
and troubles, as of a coat, to be left be
hind him for full six and thirty hours and
lie walked up Broadway already enjoying
in anticipation the quiet delights of the
morrow, and caring not whether the eartli
would be flooded with sunshine or with
rain and when the morrow came, the
church bells sang a tune which increasing
years had ever mellowed, and even in the
clangor of the city's many bells it was
easy to single out one whose voice was
pleasant because it was like that of the
church of his boyhood.
And after the baby came what an add
ed pleasure in the day! Here was a treas
ure that neither money nor influence
could buy, a piquant joy with never-end
ing changes and ever-novel and delight
ful phases of development, though, to be
sure, it was something of a bother, too,
"when, for instance it would reach uy from
the Major's knee and pull his neck-tie out
of joint, or suddenly and violently twitch
his moustache, or do one of the thousand
unexpected things that only a baby does.
I was only a week ago to-day that Mrs.
Schottguhn, whose incessant labors had
aot permitted her to finish the darning of
a stocking begun on Saturday night,
asked the Major to hold the baby for a
few minutes, whick task he cheefully
undertook. From the first the baby's eyes
have been taken by the Major's shirt
studs. Two months ago her brain had
not reached that stage of directing and
controlling power which would enable
her to put a finger squarely upon them
her whole little hand flew up and down
the shirt front, satisfied if it touched a
stud in its sweep now, with evident de
light, she reaches straight for one, and
holds it firmly two months hence she
will, with a corresponding increase of in
telligence, be able to unscrew them all
and throw them on the floor liandy to be
At List she grew tired and fretful.
Philip.'' said Mrs. Schottguhn, as she
measured off a needleful of darning cot
ton, why don't you let her liave her play
things?" and then Philip put her in a
liagh chair, and so wedged her up against
a table that she couldn't fall without up
setting table, chair, and all, which was
impossible, and set before her on the
table her playthings, of which the fol
lowing is an accurate list:
One rubber doll.
One iron clock key.
One paper box.
One rubber ring.
One piece of white wax.
One tin pail cover.
One pair shears, with a spool stuck
over the points.
One rubber rattle box.
One pair little woolen shoes, outgrown,
such as mothers lay away in bureau
One red apple.
One silver spoon.
One string of button moulds.
Two pieces flannel listing—one red,
One hard rubber bracelet.
All- these Philip spread out for the
baby to play with, and at the same time
lie got ready to pick them up from the
floor as the baby dropped them, if that
is possible. She grasped first the string
of button moulds, and, after shaking
them for a second, threw them away.
The Major was glad of this, for ho dis
liked to have her play with the button
moulds, and tried to secrete them, but
the watchful baby cried for the string.
Let her have thorn, Philip," said Mrs.
I don't think they're nice," said
That settled it—the Major delivered
the button moulds. The baby held them
for mi instant aud then dropped them
again, and as he picked them up the
Major remonstrated with Mrs. Schottguhn.
Being of soft wood, the button moulds
got dirty very soon, and Mrs. Schottguhn
is a pink of neatness, the Major wondered
that she could cling so tenaciously to
them but Mrs. Schottguhn laughed al
most contemptuously, and said she never
heard of bringing up a baby without a
string of button moulds to play with, and
she stoutly asserted that it would be reck
less to attempt it. The Major mildly
pointed out that many millions of chil
dren had been successfully reared without
the aid of button moulds, and he appealed
confidently to her own knowledge of the
fact that they are of comparatively mod
ern invention, having come into general
rage for cover buttons "with the same," a
furor whose rise was perhaps ith her
own recollection but, to the Major's
amazement, Mrs. Schottguhn coldly dis
avowed any such knowledge, and boldly
repeated that no mother ever thought of
such a thing as bringing up a child with
out button moulds. Subsequent inquiry
of his friends convinced the Major that
Mrs. Schottguhn's statement was entirely
correct, but he didn't continue the dis
cussion further, for as he leaned over to
pick up the doll and bracelet, the baby
droped the iron clock key down his back
and temporarily diverted his thoughts.
Then she swept off half a dozen tilings at
once, and pounded vigorously on the
table with a spoon, while the Major was
picking up the scattered toys. Then the
baby made a flash quick movement to
put the spoon in her mouth, missed the
mark, and narrowly escaped gouging an
eye. The Major hastily seized the spoon,
the baby cried, and Mrs Schottguhn
Philip, let her have the spoon."
I'm afraid she*'ll hurt herself with it."
No, she won't," said Mrs. Schottguhn,
and she added, not flippantly, but se
riously, God always looks out for drunk
ards and little children and Philip was
forced to admit the truth of at least half
of this statement, for he remembered, as
he picked up the shears, the rattlebox and
the little woolen shoes, that only the
night before, while walking through Clin
ton place, he had seen a drunken man fall
over a hydrant and twist himself into a
distorted figure 8, get up, smile vacantly
and yet good-naturedly at the hydrant,
and walk off uninjured while a sober
man who had fallen in the same way over
the same hydrant would have been broken
up fine enough to afford an encouraging
start for a new hospital.
Don't you think, Philip," said Mrs.
Schottguhn, as she drew the darning
block out of the completed stocking,
that it's awful mean we've got to pay
out so much for a baby carriage?"
I do, indeed, Cynthia," said Philip, as
he stooped to pick up the apple and the
paper box, but I think (picking up the
spool and listing) that it would (red* ap
ple) be a good deal (doll and spoon)
meaner (shears) if we had (bracelet) no
baby (basket, tin pail cover, and rattle
box) to buy one for, and I
Here the baby made one grand sweep
of everything on the table, and while the
Major's back was creaking with the ef
fort to pick them all up promptly, he
heard a cry, and looking round he saw
the baby, who had in sonle mysterious
way freed herself, swinging in the air,
suspended by her head, which was
jammed between the edge of the table
and the top of the high chair. The stock
ing flew one way, the work-basket an
other, and before Philip could straighten
himself up Cynthia had the baby safe in
Philip," how could you do that!" and
the baby, too, safe on her mother's breast,
turned a reproachful look on the dumb
founded Major, and then, sighing deeply,
turned to her mother again, nestled down
closer, flung one little hand up against
her mother's throat, and, still sighing,
went fast sleep.
The Chinese Remedy a Failnre.
From the Norrlstown (Pa.) Herald.
A Chinese physician says that in case
of nightmare, instead of rudely awaking
the sleeper by bringing in a light, you
should bite his toe." This is a very
simple remedy—at least Mrs. Poppleton
thought so, for she treasured the recipe
up in one of the chambers of her memory,
and the other night when Poppleton was
seized with a, two-horsepower nightmare,
seventeen hands high, and in a muffled
and ghostly voice muttered. "Owho
whwoh! Ughughughuhu!"' as if a circus
elephant was performing tricks on his
stomach, she quickly slid to the foot of
the bed, and was in the act of seizing his
big toe in her teeth, when the dreamer
gave a vigorous kick and Mrs. Poppleton
was shot over the tail-board of the bed
on to the floor, with four teeth half way
down her throat. The noise awakened
Poppleton, and hearing his wife scream
ing at the rate of forty knots an hour, he
seized a chair and wildly struck right and
left all over the room, nearly braining
Mrs. Poppleton before he discovered the
true situation of affairs. It was a terrible
mistake, and Mrs. Poppleton was laid up
two weeks and five days, and the first
thing she did when she recovered suffi
cient strength was to smash $175 worth
of Chinese curiosities she had purchased
at the Centennial, and she says if she
were a man she would go to China and
not return home until she had spit upon
that physician from figure-head to rudder.
Or words to that effect. Poppleton en
oys his nightmares as of yore, without
Running- a Rapid In a Birch Canoe.
Incidentally to lus narrative of Sea
Trout Fishing," in Scribner for May, Mr.
A. It. Macdonough gives the following
description of a necessary experience
on the rivers that feed the St. Lawrence:
In this sort of surf, half stone, half
water, a common wooden boat would be
bumped to pieces in five minutes. The
only thing that can float in it, the birch
canoe, is one of those marvels of clever
adaption that look like genius. Such a
canoe is really nothing but a basket with
pointed ends aud stiffened sides. You
sit, float, and toss in her as you would in
a basket, and without most watchful per
pendicularity and tiresome tention of
nerves in balance, you tip out of her as
you would out of a* basket. She is a mere
single skin of bark sewed together with
deer-sinews, rimmed with slight ash or
birch strips,, and connected across at top
by five slender thwarts, or bords," mod
eled in all her lines so that the deepest
point is along the middle bottom, and she
turns in the water every way as on a pivot.
The draft, with two men aboard, is three
to four inches. Buoyant, of elastic frame,
unsteady to the lightest touch, endways
or sideways, she answers to skillful con
trol, like a sentient thing and throws a
clumsy rider like a mustang. With her
light grace and delicate color she is the
lady of water-craft.
The skill of these canoe-men is won
derful, only gained by long practice from
early childhood. Nearing the foot of the
rapid, while yet in still water, the guide
drops the paddle, stands erect with his
setting-pole in the extreme stern, lus boy
in the same attitude at the point of the
bow, and studies the eddies and stones
intently. In a moment she is swung
alongside a rock, her peak thrust just
round it across the stream—then with a
mighty drive from the poles she darts di
agonally through the torrent and whirls
her tail down stream, under the lee of
another rock a few feet higher up. She is
again held hugging the granite by main
force, and edging forward till the beat of
the water boiling up astern of her center
helps to lift her on, and with another
powerful send she shoots across upward
again to the next covering point. She
threads her intricate way among the
bowlders by repetition of these zigzag
dashes, sometimes missing the aim and
crashing back against a rock, sometimes
beaten aside by the pole slipping on the
bottom, with the guide's eye quick at
every turn, and his muscles steadily
braced. The men's pose, alertness and
strength form a study. At times she
must be thrust up by sheer power against
the dead rush of the torrent, gaining inch
David's cries to his boy rise above the
noise of the water—" Povsse a rrcte I lance
Veauf hale Vcau! autre bord! pousse,
pousse an loin /". Accidents occur, but
seldom from miscalculation. If a pole
should snap while the stress of the flood
beats on her, the canoe may be whirled
broadside on, and capsized. Then there
is a rolling and tumbling upon the rocks,
struggling for a footing, sometimes with
hard bruises,—or if near the foot of the
rapid, one may be swept into deep water
and must keep a clutch on the point of a
canoe till she drifts into shallows,
cept in the larger rivers, there is not much
danger of drowning. The guides prefer
ascending to going down a rapid, as the
risk of the canoe getting beyond their
control is much less when the water
drives against her in sight. They are very
cautious too, to avoid straining or bruis
ing the boat. "You act as if this canoe
belonged to you," David would re
proach his boy at a careless movement.
A NIGHT TO BE REMEMBERED.
BY A. C. C.
I am an »ld man now but I never think
of that adventure without a shudder and
for years after it happened I would start
from my sleep with a cry of horror as the
scene was vividly before me in a dream. I
was young then, active, strong and not
wanting in courage, though it may seem
like sounding my own trumpet to say so.
However, to my story.
It was the 24th of December, and I
was going home to spend Christmas day
with my relatives. I was was going to
start in time to reach home for a friendly
gathering that evening. In the morning,
however, my boss had occasion to drive
over to a village some miles distant. He
was to return by mid-day to pay me
and let me start before darkness came on.
But he was detained. When he was
ready to start back, the weather had got
so bad that it was with the utmost diffi
culty he could make his horse creep along
so, instead of his returning as promised,
it was six o'clock before we heard the
welcome patter of old Kitty's hoofs com
ing up the yard. He was nearly frozen,
and when I reminded him that I wanted
to start, he looked a* me in amazement.
Why, Jack," said lie, you never
mean to say you intend turning out to
night? Stay till morning they'll never
expect you. Why, you'll be blown into
But I was determined to go come what
might. After a deal of persuasion lie
paid me, and off I started—out in the bit
The night was very dark, but the moon
appeared now and again from behind a
cloud, the effect being that the darkness
seemed more intense when she was not
I turned to the left, was soon on the
turnpike, and in a few minutes the lit
tle town was lost io sight and—to mem
Many thoughts kept me from noticing
the darkness. 1 could see the bright
room at home, with my old father in his
big arm-chair by the fireside I saw my
mother go to the door, and in fancy I
heard her sav, I hope my poor Jack
isn't out this dreadfol night!" She looked
so sad, that I involuntary quickened my
pace. I saw my sisters and brothers
placing evergreen uound the pictures and
trimming the Christmas tree.
But my musings were suddenly brought
to a termination, as I had arrived at one
of the worst parts of my journey. I had
to take a narrow road "that wound itself
like a gigantic snake around the rocks
and between the innumerable quarries
that were scattered all mound. But fear
was not foremost in my mind, so I darted
forward boldly on my dangerous journey.
The road is a. thoroughly dangerous
one to travel upon in broad daylight,
for on either hand for a considerable
distance, are quarries coming close to
the roadside, and without anything
whatever to prevent an incautious per
son from falling over. Then come
huge rocks that project over the road,
which seems to have' combined to shut
out daylight on the brightest summer
There are huge caverns in these rocks,
as though the aborigines had once made
their homes there. Then come a mighty
torrent of water, roaring, dashing, tear
ing, hissing and foaming from the giddy
heights, until it is lost to sight away
down in the ravine. No vegetation is
found here it is one of those wierd, dis
mal places that seem created especially
for the perpetration of murders. A mel
ancholy, ghostly light pervades the place,
even at midday. The wind shrieked as
it reached around the rocks, and ended
in a low, heart-rending wail, as it entered
the caverns. Then the moon, appearing
for a few seconds, revealed so.me curious
ly-shaped rock in the distance,that caused
them to assume the form of some
demon or giant.
I did not believe in the supernatural,
but in spite of all my reasoning I wished
myself at home.
I tried to sing, but it was no use—I
had not the heart to make it lively. I
can tell you it was with pleasure when, on
turning a sharp corner, I beheld a few
lights in the distance. These I knew to
proceed from a batch of cottages inhabit
ed by quarrymen. Even in this forsaken
spot these men have built their homes—
aye, and they arc as deer to them as your
comfortable residences are to you city
I remembered there was a tavern in the
place, and I determined to call in and
A few minutes brisk walking brought
me to the door, and I can assure you it
was not long before I was seated by the
side of a blazing fire, surrounded by
about a dozen big, broad, jovial quarry
men, each spinning his Christmas yarn in
his own peculiar manner.
I sat listening attentively for some
time, when my attention was drawn to a
man who had just entered the room. He
was shabbily-dressed,though far from be
ing ragged. He appealed to us for assis
I did not like his appearance altogeth
er. He had one of those faces that seem
to inspire the beholder with the idea that
the owner was a villian. He had a low
brow that was contracted by a continual
frown small gray, cruel-looking eyes,
and a square jaw.
As I said before I did not like his
looks but I thought to myself, "Well,
the fellow can't help his appearance."
So I ordered a hot drink for him.
When it was brought, I took out my
bag of money to pay for it. I noticed,
directly the eager look that passed over
the stranger's face as he saw it.
One of the countrymen, noticing the
expression, said to him, Mate, you
seem to take a fancy to that money! May
be you'd like it!"'
He replied in a sullen manner, I
would like many things that I cannot
However, I soon forgot the fellow in a
hearty laugh over a well told tale. But
the time had quickly passed so I rose to
put on my coat and wrapper, saying as I
did so, I fear it will be late before I
reach N ."
It was not much to say but it gave the
clue to the direction I was going. I bid
them all "Good-night!" and was once
more in the darkness and the cold.
I had now to descend a steep pathway,
which led into an old quarry, through
which I had to pass. Some parts of the
path were only about four feet wide. On
the one side was a solid rock on the oth
er a precipice, a fall down which would
end any man's troubles, as f?r as this
world is concerned.
Well, I was groping my way down as
best I could, when suddenly I felt some
thing spring upon my shoulders, followed
by a horrible sensation of strangling.
For a moment or so I was stupefied
but on raising my hand, I felt a man's
arm pressed against my throat. I knew
I had no time to lo-e so I leaned back
ward a little. This threw my assailant
off his guard, no doubt he thought I had
fainted: and then with the wild strength
of despair, I bent suddenly forward, and
threw the fellow over my head. But be
fore I had fairly recovered, he was upon
me again, like a tiger, and this time it
was a hand-to-hand struggle. We
wrestled for some time, till at last we fell
and my head was projecting over the pre
I felt the hot blood rush to my head
a numbness seemed creeping over me,
but I shook it off, and determined to
have another struggle for my life.
As I raised my head, the moon came
from behind a cloud, and I recognized
my would be assassin as the stranger at
And at the dame moment I saw some
thing glistened in his hand, and I knew
he meant to stab me.
I caught his arm as it descended, and
witli my other hand clutched his throat.
He snatched his right arm away, and
quicky drew a knife acrots my hand that
was at his throat. Though it cut me, my
struggle prevented it being^ a deep
wound. Again that fretful knife was be
ing brandished before my face, and more
than once I felt the cold steel touch my
neck but each time I succeeded in beat
ing it off and all this time we were close
to the edge of the path.
How we kept on the pathway at all is
a mystery to me.
Once in trying to stop a blow, I siezed
the keen blade in my hand, inflicting a
terrible wound but succeeded in get
ting the knife from him, and I threw it
away as far as I could. Then came the
real struggle for life who should go over
It was a hard time. We were very
equally matched, and both strong. Sev
eral times he kept me from going over,
because I held him BO tightly that he
would have gone as well.
At last I got the better of him for an
instant and throwing out my hand to
steady myself, I gripped a large, sharp
With all strength I could muster, I
struck him upon the head with it.
He groaned and fell back insensible.
I must have fainted, too, for I found my
self lying across him. with one hand still
at his throat.
As soon as my scattered senses re
turned, I tied his hands fast together, be
hind his back, with my scarf, and hur
ried back to the tavern* for assistance. I
directed them where to go, for 1 was t»o
weak with loss of blood to accompany
They found him just as I had stated,and
before two hours had elapsed he was safe
1 did not spend Christmas with my
friends, for I was put to bed at the tav
ern, where I remained for several weeks
down with brain fever.
I afterwards appeared against my would
be murderer, and had the satisfaction of
knowing that I was safe from his attacks
in the future, for he was sentenced to
state prison for life.
The Poor Sheep.
The acuteness of the sheep's ear, it is
said, surpasses all things in nature that I
know of. The ewe will distinguish her
own lamb's bleat among a thousand, all
bleating at the same time. Besides the
distinguishment of voice is perfectly re
ciprocal between the ewe and the lamb,
who, among the deafening sound run to
meet one another. There are few things
that have ever amused me more than a
sheep shearing, and then the sport con
tinues the whole day. We put the flock
into the fold, set out all the lambs to the
hill and then send the ewes out to meet
them as they are shorn. The moment a
lamb hears its dam's voice it rushes from
the crowd to meet her, but instead of
finding the rough, well clad, comfortable
mamma, which it left an hour, or a few
hours ago, it meets a poor, naked, shiver
ing—a most deplorable looking creature.
It wheels about, and uttering a loud, tre
mendous bleat of perfect despair, flies
from the frightful vision. The mother's
voice arrests its flight. It returns, flies,
and returns again, generally for ten or a
dozen times, before any reconciliation is
A Fleasanter if Not a Better Job.
From the Rochester Express.
One of the Methodist ministers of this
city was, a few days ago, called upon by
a German and requested to conduct the
funeral services over l*^s wife, who had
just died. Brother with his
usual unbanity, consented, of course, and
the services were held with due decorum
and solemnity. After the funeral was
over the forlorn widower stepped up to
the minister and the following dialogue
German—" Veil, Mr. how
much you charge for burying my vife?''
Preacher—" Ah! I do not charge any
thing for attending funerals."
German (smiling significantly)—"Veil,
nowr, this is ferry kind uv you. But
sthop a minute. In a few'days I give you
better job than dat."
Preacher—" Why, what may that be?'*
German—" Oh! ferry much better job
than dat. I he's going to get married
A Good Mother.
From the San Antonla Herald.
Look here," said an excited Fourth
Warder to a neighbor who had a biting
dog, you have got to kill that dog of
yours or I'll do it. He nearly bit my
mother, and old lady of ninety-five years
and in feeble health. It's simply in
famous." The owner of the dog looked
sorry and said he did not wonder at
the other man for being so anxious
about the health of the author of his
being, to whom he owed so much.
Taint that," replied the kind son, but
she isn't long for this world, anyhow, and
she gets dog-bit at her time of life she
will never split another stick of wood, ox
fetch another bucket of water and his
voice actually grew husky and he wiped a
tear from the end of his nose.
But Where's the Cat?
The skeleton of a cat walked into
Ryan's store at Ilohokus. Ryan, seeing
her, bawled out, "Mickey, didn't I tell ye
a month ago to fade that cat a pound of
mate a day until ye had her fat You
did, and I'm just after fading her a
pound," Has that cat ate a pound this
morning?" Yes, sir.' Shure, I think
it's a lie ye're telling. Bring me that
scales. Now bring me that cat." The
cat turned the scales at exactly one pound.
There, didn't I tell ye she had eaten
a pound of mate this mornin All
right, my boy, there's yer ponnd of mate,
but where the devil's the cat?"
Treatment for an Ulcerated Tooth.
Dr. Geo. L. Parmelee of Harvard Uni
versity, writes to the Joufnalof Chemintry,
telling the cause of ulcerated teeth and
the treatment therefor. If a longitudinal
section be made of a tooth, a cavity near
ly corresponding in shape to the external
contour of the tooth will be found. The
cavity is prolonged into the root, or roots,
if there be more than one, and opens by a
minute orifice at the extremity of each.
This is called the pulp cavity or chamber,
while those portions extending into the
roots are distinguished by the name of
pulp canals. This pulp cavity is occu
pied by a highly vascular and nervous
tissue, the dental pulp, which is contin
uous, throirgh the opening at the end of
the root, with the vessels and nerves
which supply the teeth and adjacent
AVhen from any cause the pulp of a
tooth dies, what happens? The pulp be
ing dead, of course, decomposes and if
allowed to remain in the tooth, the gase.
arising from this decomposition must find
a means of exit. If a cavity of decay ex
ists freely open, the gases arising from the
dead pulp will escape through the cavity,
and no trouble results. But should this
cavity be closed, either by the impaction
of food, a filling, or any other cause, the
gases finding no other vent, are forced
through the minute orifice at the cud of
the root, where the vessels entered which
supplied it with life, irritating the root
membrane of the tooth and surrounding
parts. This irritation causes inflamation.
and as this progresses, pus is formed.
The first indication we have of this va
riety of toothache is a slight soreness on
shutting the teeth together or on striking
the affected tooth. Soon the soreness in
creases, the tooth feels as if it was more
prominent than the others, and one has a
desire to be continually feeling of it, to
see how tilings are progressing. The
pain is dull, throbbing, and, owing to the
parts being confined by hard, bony walls,
severely intense, the whole jaw sympa
As it is often necessary to destroy these
pulps, what should be done to guard
against toothache of this variety? After
the life of a pulp has been destroyed, by
the application of medicine to it, or any
other cause, it should be hardened and
withdrawn from its cavity—which is not
a painful operation—the parts thoroughly
disinfected, and the cavity carefully filled.
If teeth are treated in this way, the
chances of trouble are greatly lessened,
and they may be retained as useful or
gans for many years and perhaps for a
lifetime. What shall we do if thi*
trouble does arise? Consult a competent
dentist, not one who has picked up a lit
tle knowledge of teeth, and is a mere ex
tractor and plugger of these organs, but
one who has been thoroughly and scien
tifically educated for his calling, and he
will know what to do. In case for any
reason this is impossible, you may be able
to relieve yourself.
In the first place do not delay in hope
that the tooth may feel better, but attend
to it at once. Remove if you can all for
eign matter from the cavity, thoroughly
washing it with tepid water, and get an
opening into the pulp chamber. This
alone will often cure it. Paint the gum
freely all around the tooth with strong
tincture of iodine, first drying off the
moisture from the gum. Hold ice-cold
water or lumps of ice continually in the
mouth, but should you start on this cold
water method of treatment you must keep
it up for several hours, or it will be worse
than useless. Hot foot-baths and saline
cathartics. Let the tooth alone, do not
keep feeling of it, thus keeping up the ir
ritation which you are trying to allay.
Remember that this form of treatment "is
not applicable to an exposed living pulp,
but only in cases where this organ is dead.
Cold water, applied to an inflamed living
pulp, would only increase your agony.
Should you find that you cannot arrest
the inflamation after a sufficient trial, you
will have to take the other course, and
that is, to hasten suppuration by warm ap
plications directly to the part. For this
purpose nothing is better than a split fig,
roasted and laid on the gum. Warm
fluids held in the mouth will sometimes
afford relief. But it is wiser to go at
once to a competent dentist, as serious
trouble often arises from this form of dis
ease. Never, on any consideration, apply
poultices to the outside of the face, for
should the abscess point a break there, a
permanent and unsightly scar would be
In closing I would say, that as an
ounce of prevention is worth a pound of
cure," it would be much better to attend
to your teeth in time, before the pulps
become exposed, and save your teeth and
yourself all this pain and trouble. You
will never find any artificial teeth that
will be the source of so much comfort as
your own natural organs properly taken
A Fair Offer.
From the Detroit Free Press.
A man who appeared to have just
struck the town yesterday boarded a
Michigan avenue car, and as he rolled
along he began eating a big apple. Pretty
soon a piece of the fruit went down his
windpipe, and he coughed like a horse.
In his struggles the piece was blown out,
and it struck a woman who sat opposite
in the eye.
"You great brute!" she shouted, as she
brushed it oft*.
He coughed and coughed, and his eyes
rolled, and lus face grew red, but as soon
as he could get his breath he shoved
out one of his big cowhide boots and
Sorry, ma'am—purely accidental, and
I'm willing you should spit on my foot to
make it all square."
It was a fair offer, but she turned away
and continued to feel mad.