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- . (A tittle Rhymed Story.)
The trtnd -xts blowing over the moors.
And the sun shone bright upon heather and
' whin.
On the grave stones boarr and gray with age
Which stand about Ha worth vicarage.
And It streamed through a window in.
There, by herself, in a lonely room
A lonely room which once freld three
Bat a woman at work with a busy pen,
T was the woman all England praised just then
But what for its praise caret she?
Fame can not dazzle or flattery cfcarm
One who goes lonely day by day
On the lonely moors, where the plovers cry,
And the sobbing wind as it hurries by
Has no comforting word to say.
So, famous and lonely and sad she sat,
And steadily wrote the morning through :
Then, at stroke of twelve, laid her task aside
And out to the kitchen swiftly hied.
Now what was she going to do!
Why, Tabby, the servant, was "past her Work,"
And her eyes had failed as her strength ran
And the toils, once easy, had one by one
Become too hard or were left half done
By the aged hands and slow.
So. every day, without saying a word.
Her famous mistress laid down the pen,
I?e-kncaded the bread, or silently stole
The potatoes away in their wooden bowl,
And pared them all over again.
She did not say, as she might have done,
'The less to the larger must give way.
These things are little, while I am great;
And the world will not always stand and wait
For the words that I have to say."
No; the clever fingers that wrought so well.
And the eyes that could pierce to tho heart's
She lent to the humble task and small;
Nor counted the time as lost at all.
So Tabby were but content !
Ah, genius burns like a blazing star.
And Fame has an honeyed urn to fill;
But the good deed done for love, not fame,
Like the water-oup in the Master's name.
Is something more precious still.
Susan Coolitlgt, in St. A'icholat.
Bemarkable Story of a Young
Man's Strange Power.
My name is Edward Houghton; I am
twenty-eight years old, am unmarried, enjoy
the best of health and spirits, hold a govern
ment inspectorship with a good salary,
entailing plenty of traveling, and have only
one care in the world I am afraid of the
dark. Indeed, It is something more than
fear it is a terror which has haunted me
from ray childhood to the present day.
Only threo people In tho world besides
myself have my secret: my mother, Sir
George Gillingham, of Gillingham Towers,
with whom I lived for five years as private
tutor to his sons, and who got me my ap
pointment, and Mr. Pallatti.
When I left tho Towers a twelvemonth
ago, my nervous dread of the nights I should
have to pass in strange bedrooms of strango
inns, when traveling on inspection duty, be
came so acuto and overwhelming that I
determined to consult a leading physician
about myself.
Sir Alfred Smith listened to my story at
tentively, asked mo a multitude of questions
about my health and habits, and especially
whether any thing ever occurred in very
early childhood to give me a shock, although
I might have been too young at the time to
remember it now. My catechism over, he
"Mr. Houghton, I must tell jou frankly
that I can do nothing for you. The symp
toms you have described are distressing,
but I can not tell you as a physician how
they originate or suggest any way of alle
viating them. I have a friend, however,
who is a profound believer in animal mag
netism, and although I am very skeptical
about many of his theories, he is one of tho
cleverest and most agreoablo men I know.
It can do no harm for you to sec him, and I
am quite certain ho will perfectly sympa
thize with you, if ho can do nothing else.
His name is Pallatti, and I have written
down his address for you. Call upon him at
three o'clock to-morrow, and I will write to
tell him that ho may expect you."
I found Mr. Pallatti tho next afternoon
lounging over a book in a large luxuriously
furnished room crowded with pictures,
curios, and "pretty things" a handsome
young gentleman, perfectly dressed, with a
pair of eyes which, If they could not see
through a milestone, looked as if they could
pierce a human being through and through.
After a little indifferent conversation I
began to tell him my tale, but. I was so
nervous that I bungled wofully, and inter
spersed my narrative with Idiotic giggles.
"Wait a bit, Mr. Houghton, there's no
hurry," said Mr. Pallattt, bringing me a
glass ofwino from a side-table; "you are
my patient, you know, and must drink thi3
before beginning a long story." ",
I expect ho must have put someyrinffintcr
my draught, for in a few minutes iffonhd
myself talking as calmly and impassively as
if I were speaking of some other5 person.
I told him how, ir 1 left my bed. id the
dark and took two steps away from" .it, was
utterly lost; how my outstretched hands
would touch a window where I expected to
find a door, and all tho furniture seemed to
play puss in the corner as I moved about
until at last I would sink on thq ground ut
terly unnerved and trembling to wait
through long hours for daylight.
I told him (and as I went on, Mr. Pallat
ti's face grow eagerly attentive) how, when
I was a boy of slxteonmy mother had de
scribed to mo tho circumstances of my eldest
brother's death by drowning when I was an
infant; how tho same night my lamp went
out, and I saw through a luminous haze a
room with ladies and a gentleman in it, a
servant coming in at tho door, followed by a
boatman carrying a boy in his arms with a
dead face and water dripping from his long
hair; how, when I told my mother what I
had seen, she said that I had described to
tho minutest detail tho pattern of tho wall
paper, tho flowers on tho chimney-piece the
identical scene as it occurred on that terri
ble morning at Brighton. "
"Any other experience Uka' that!" asked
Mr. Pft-latti. "I can'ttellyou howdeeplv
you huvo interested me, Mr. Houghton."
'Only one other," I replied, "and that
occurred at Gillingham Towers, where I
lived for five years as private tutor to Sir
George Gillingham's sons. He had been
lolling me one evening a curious story of a
tragedy that occurred in his family more
than a century ago, and had pointed out to
mo the portraits hanging in the great drawing-room
of the threo principal actors. Some
papers of the utmost importance were ab
stracted in the confusion at tho time, and
Sir George said that his inability to produce
them if ever called upon to do so might be
mast disastrous. Tho danger, of course, de
creased as tho years rolled by, but tho
sword still hung over tho house of Gilling
ham, though the bairby which it was origi
nally suspended might have thickened tea
"That night a great storm of wind and
rain broke over the Towers; my window
was burst open, my light extinguished, and
the matches I always kept to my band were
wet and useless. For the second time in my
life the luminous haze rolled out before me,
and through it there appeared a very small
room with one narrow window, the lower
sash of which was thrown up a lumber
room apparently, withxme bare tablo in the
center, a few broken chairs piled up in the
corners, some dirty-looking prints in black
frames on the walls, and a great glass case
full of stuffed birds, some tumbling and
some tumbled from their percaea, and all
In IhoJast stage of dilapidation-and -decay;
When all this was clearly developed the
shadowy forms of a man and a woman ap
deared dimly, and I could see that their out
lines agreed with those of two of the family
portraits Sir George had pointed out to me.
Bat, happening at that moment to turn my
head, I saw a thin stream of light shining
through a chink in the door. I reached it at
a bound, and, catching up a lamp some one
had left burning on the stairs, returned to
my room to find every thing as usual. I told
Sir George and we thoroughly explored the
deserted wing of the Towers, but could find
no room in the least resembling the one of
my vision.'"
As I concluded, a page-boy brought in
coffee, and when I had drunk mine the cur
ious feeling of constraint under which I had
been speaking passed oft, and I said quite
cheerfully: There, Mr. Pallatti. I have
made a clean breast of it, and now, what do
you prescribe?'"
"A dog," said Mr. Pallatti.
"What! to eat?" Ilaughed.
"No, to sleep with. There is no cure but
death for the wonderful gift of second sight,
and it is a gift, if too much used, full of
danger to brain and nerve3. But preven
tion is better than cure; so buy a little dog
and let him lie at the foot of your bed, and
you will not be troubled by visions again,
even If your light does go out."
We parted with mutual promises to meet
soon, but I was ordered away on duty, and
it was six months before I saw him again.
I had just returned to London, and was
intending to look him,up, when I received a
letter from Sir George -Gillingham, begging
me to go at once to the Towers on a matter
or tho deepest importance. I lost not a
minute in obeying the summons, and, full
of anxiety and misgiving that something
was very wrong, I arrived at the Towers as
the dressing gong for dinner was sounding.
Sir George met me as I drove under the
great portico. He looked so worn and
harrassed that I could not help whispering.
"Good Heavens, Sir George, what is it?
Has that question to the title-deeds cropped
up again, after all?"
"Ye3, it has, with a vengeance," said Sir
George, "but go dress now, and meet us in
the dining-room. There are no ladies only
Pallatti, who says he has met you beiore."
I entered the dining-room with tho soup,
and shook hands cordially with Pallatti. He
and I were in ordinary evening dress, but
Sir George was arrayed as for some great
state function. He wore black knee-breeches
and silk stockings and great diamond buck
les in his shoes, the broad ribbon of tho
Bath crossed his white waistcoat, and he
wore half a dozen orders as well. He had
brought his chet down with him, and we sat
down to a dinner fit for tho gods. The wino
he gave us was scarcely ever brought out
except when some royal prince accepted
tho hospitalit5 of the Towers for a night,
and was almost priceless. I knew it and
Mr. Pallatti soon found it out, and our eyes
twinkled. Sir George saw it and was glad.
He drank to each of us in the old-fashioned
way and said : "I am making a little feast
to-night, my young friends, for reasons of
my own. It is the old story, let us eat. drink
and be merry, for to-morrow well, to-morrow
we'll do the same, let us hope." he said,
turning it off with a laugh.
Mr. Pallatti was certainly well worth a
good dinner. Without seeming to monopo
lize the conversation, he always had some
thing original to say upon every topic that
was started, and his fun and wit were so
keen and spontaneous that our solemn little
dinnerparty became quite a rollicking at
fair. Amongst the subjects we discussed
was the last new trick of the last new cou
juror, which was puzzling all London and
giving learned judges and doctors and par
sons sleepless nights in the endeavor to fisd
it out.
"Why, don'tyou know how that is done?"
said Mr.: Pallatti, and he proceeded to solve
the riddle in a dozen words.
"Most extraordinary! " exclaimed Sir
George. "Do you mean to say you found it
out yourself?"
"Yes," returned.Pallatti; "the very first
time I went. There never has been and
never will be a trick of any kind that I am
unable to unravel. I suppose it is a kind of
gift, but I have never made any use of it
except sometimes to have a little fun." And
he gave me a peculiar look out of his black
"Exposing all rascally fortune-telling and
rapping and table turning and such knaver
ies, I suppose." I observed, composedly.
"Quite so," replied Pallatti, dryly.
"And now, gentlemen," said Sir George
as the last bottle of claret was emptied, and
we were ashamed even to look as if we
should like some more, "if you please we
will take our coffee in the dining-room, as
there are no ladies there," and he rose from
the tablo and walked toward the door. As
we followed Pallatti whispered in my ear: t
Mr. Houghton, I should like to be a modern" i
Clarence and be drowned in a hundred
dozen of that claret!"
To my surprise Sir George led the way to
the great state drawing-room, and as we
entered a perfect blaze of splendor was bo
fore us. The huge saloon, with its frescoed
ceilings and profuse gilding, was lighted up
by hundreds of wax candles iu great chande
liers, in sconces, brackets, and lusters: the
walls were entirely covered by full-length
portraits of old Gillinghams; over each
portrait a powerful lamp and reflector threw
so strong a light that every gallant knight
and gentle dame seemed to have come to
life and be gazing at the black-coated
Intruders into their gay assembly. Two
enormous fires were burning, one at each
end of the room, and before one of these
Sir George stood and motioned us to be
seated. He looked so grand and so stately,
and the brilliance of the scene was so over
powering, that Pallatti and I listened for his
words with a kind of awe.
"Gentlemen, I am not going to detain you
for any length of time by telling you over
again tho history which you have both heard
already from my lips. But on this particu
lar night I wish to recapitulate some of the
main facts.
"In the year 1745 my great-grandfather,
Sir Hugo Gillingham, after being many
years a widower, married a young and beau
tiful girl and brought her to the Towers.
There are his portrait and hers," pointing
to them, "go up to them and inspect them
closely learn them by heart. Who knows
what may come of your doing so?" he said,
almost fiercely.
Tho girl was faithless to him faithless
from tho very day she was wed, and her
lover was her own husband's vagabond,
worthless cousin, the son of a man who had
squandered his birthright and willingly
parted with all the great estates of Gilling
ham to his younger brother and his heirs
forever. There is tho man's portrait in that
corner; study his face and figure as closely,
both of you. The year 1745 brought ruin
and misery on many a noble house, and Sir
Hugo did his best to involve himself in the
same fate. Gentlemen, it is a fact that the
poor scarecrow, the pretender, once sat in
thai travesty of a throne, whilst well-born,
virtuous ladies crowded around to kiss his
false hand," and Sir George pointed to a
chair, surmounted by a kind of canopy of
gold and crimson.
"One night," continued Sir George, "Sir
Hugo returned home earlier than he was
expected, and, walking hastily upstairs, the
first thing he heard was tho voice of his
wife in conversation with a stranger in one
of tho rooms. He tried the door; it was
locked, and by the time he had burst it open
a man was leaping out of tho open window.
Sir Hugo dashed after him, and, after half a
dozen passes, drove his sword through the
body of Conrad Gillingham. Returning
through the window he found his wife
senseless on tho floor, and, putting a con
straint upon himself to refrain from spurn
ing her with his foot, he passed on to his
bed-chamber, where the first thing that met
his eye was a great iron-chest with the lid
open, whilst a very short examination
showed that his very precious title-deeds
had been abstracted. He found his way
back to where Conrad lay with.staring eyes
in the moonlight, and searched the body for
tffe deeds without success. Returning
through the window, his wife sat up and
looked at him and his blood-stained hands,
bnt her face was'the face of a maniac, and
she never recovered her reason, dying many
years afterward within the walls of a mad
house. "He saw the whole devilish plot now.
Conrad Gillingham. using his wife as his
tool, had intended to abstract the deeds,
and, with these in his possession, to attaint
him of high treason and claim the estates.
There was a state trial, which any one
can read to this day, and he was acquitted,
with a universal expression of pity for his
misfortune, and of loathing for the subject
of vengeance.
To piece together these facts has cost me
months of labor, in reading through old
diaries and letters in the muniment-room,
for I have never felt sure whether some day
or other I or some of my descendants might
not be challenged to produce the title-deeds
of Gillingham. The blow has fallen upon
me at last. It seems that some descendants
of that old collateral branch, all long since
dead and gone, as I hoped and believed, have
turned up. At any rate there are agents busily
at work, making all manner of inquiries,
searching registers and so on, and my law
yers have told me point-blank that I may be
called upon to produce these deeds, and that
if they are not forthcoming my tenure of
Gillingham Towera may be in serious jeop
ardy. Unless you, my young friends, with
your keen wits and ready invention, can
help me, my resources are at an end."
He turned and rang tho bell, and then
leant his head upon his hand, his elbow on
the mantlepiece. A servant entered, and
looking up he said quite naturally: "Put
out all these lights and close the room
again, Mallam I only wanted to show Mr.
Pallatti how it looks on a state occasion
and take tho cigars and things into the
billiard-room. We will finish the evening
Of the almost incredible events which
followed I confess that I am unable to offer
any explanation. I can only vouch for their
having actually occurred. Whether, as Mr.
Pallatti honestly believes, the soul can in
certain rare instances leave tho body and
wander up and down tho spirit world like a
dog in a fair, prying into the secrets of the
dead, or whether those events were merely
the result (to quote the doctor in "Martin
Chuzzlewit") of a "most extraordinary
happy and favorable conjunction of circum
stances," will forever remain a mystery to
When I got into bed that night my brain
was in a whirl, and I should have been glad
to exchange nerves with a cat. The unusual
quantity of wine I had drunk, tho dazzling
splendor of tho state drawing-room, the
awful midnight tragedy of a century ago,
and the life-like portraits of tho principal
actors seemed to forbid the very idea of
sleep. But when I thought myself most
wide-awake I began to doze off, and was soon
"as fast as a church." How long it had
lasted 1 could not tell, when I woke with a
start, and for the third time in my life
found myself alone in the dark. I stretched
out my hand for the matches, but they were
gone, and at tho same time the luminous
glare appeared upon the wall. Then the
room, with its one tall open window, the
broken furniture, the case of stuffed birds,
and tho two figures of my former visions
developed rapidly. I could see the last
plainly enough now a man in a long horse
man's coat and brown boots with great sil
ver spurs, a woman in along white wrapper,
with' fair hair flowing over her shoulders
nearly to the ground, and they stood to
gether by the table reading from a large
sheat of paper which they held between
them, by tho light of a single candle in a
tall silver candlestick. Occasionally they
turned their faces toward mo with an anx
ious expression, as if they were listening for
something, and I immediately recognized
two of the portraits in the state drawing
room. Suddenly they started violently, the
man rushed to the window and leaped out,
tho woman thrust ithe papers into her
dress, and a second man with a drawn sword
flashing in his hands dashed into tho room
and through the window in pursuit of
the fugitive. Then tho woman drew
out the papers and tried to tear them,
but they must have been parch
ment, and sho failed; she put them over
the flame of the candle, but one corner
only began to shrivel, and they would not
burn. At last she turned to one of the dirty
prints which opened at her touch, thrust the
document into a cavity in the wall, and, re
closing the aperture, fell headlong to the
ground. I could not have borne much
more, when there was a glare of light in my
eyes, a hand shook me roughly by the
shoulder, and a voice (Pallatti's) exclaimed :
"Good heavens! Houghton, what is the
matter? You must have had the night
mare, and look quite exhaust." He took
a tiny vial from his pocket, and pouring the
contents into a teaspoon, put it to my lips.
Whatever the potion was it was so strong
that it nearly took my breath away, but its
effect was instantaneous, and I asked him
quite calmly: "How on earth did you come
here 1"
"Why, I felt so nervous and wakeful
after Sir George's entertainment that I
couldn't sleep, and as I got worse and worse,
1 thought I would see if you were in the
same plight. You certainly seem to have
been no better off than I, and I think we had
better stick together and keep ourselves
awake by talking till daylight doth appear."
"Most willingly," I said, "and I will be
gin by telling you my vision like a modern
Pharaoh, and perhaps you may bo able to
expound it, O Joseph. Thero may bo noth
ing in it, or every thing, who knows?"
Tho next morning, after an almost un
tasted breakfast, Sir George, Pallatti and I
were prosecuting a vigorous search in the
haunted wing, but after an hour of hunting
and poking into every hole and corner, we
came reluctantly to the conclusion that
thero was nothing corresponding in the re
motest degree with the room of my vision.
The case of stuffed birds and the dingy
prints were especially conspicuous by their
We were walking away, silent and disap
pointed, Sir George and I leading tho way,
and had nearly reached tho door which shut
off tho wing from the rest of the house,
when a shout from Pallatti, who had been
following at a little distance caused us to
"Eureka! Eureka!" he almost screamed;
"I ought to have seen it at a glance ! Come
back both of you; we shall know all about It
in five minutes."
Tho usually calm and impassive Mr. Pal
latti was in such a violent state of excite
ment that we almost feared for his reason,
bat we obeyed him and returned upon our
Without hesitation ho went straight into
a room called the best bed-chamber, in one
corner of which there still stood the great
iron chest from which the fatal title-deeds
had been abstracted, and taking a foot-rule
from his pocket carefully measured the
wall on one side of the door nine feet.
Then ho came out into the corridor, which
was panneled throughout with dark oak
from floor to ceiling, and measured off nine
feet from tho side of tho door on the outside,
marked the place with a deep score of his
knife. Transferring his attention to the
next room (known as the blue-bed chamber.)
he scored off seven feet. His discovery was
patent enough now. Again applying his
rule to the space between the two scores, it
was at once seen that there were eleven feet
of wall unaccounted for.
"There is a carpenter at work close by,"
panted Pallatti; "we saw him as we came
up. Run, my dear Houghton, and bring him
here with his tools."
I was off like a shot, and soon returned
with the astounded carpenter, who had been
shedding gimlets, bradawls, nails, and
screws and such small articles plentifully by
the wayside out of his basket in his haste.
Pallatti had already sounded the wainscot;
the rusty nails gave way at tho first wrench,
the planks were removed, the carpenter was
dismissed, and then, with an almost Inde
scribable feeling of awe, we stood within
the very room I knew sowelL The stuffed
birds, the crazy furniture, tho dingy prints
all were there, and on the little table in
the center stood a tall and tarnished silver
candlestick, the candle long since devoured
by the great-grandfathers of the mice who
scampered into their -holes as we entered.
For two or three minutes not a word was
said, and then X sprang at one of tho prints
and tried to tear it from the wall, but Pal
latti stayed my hand.
"There is not a secret spring in the world
could baffle me for two minutes," he said,
With one touch of his fingers the picture
flew open, and putting in his hand he pulled
out a mass of crumpled parchment.
A short inspection proved to Sir George
that they were the long-lost deeds, and we
all saw for ourselves that one corner was
shriveled and stained with grease and
The next morning I found Sir George
waiting breakfast for me alone.
"Where is Pallatti, Sir George!" I asked.
"Gone," replied Sir George, bursting out
laughing. "He said he was afraid of your
punching his head if he stayed."
"What on earth should I do that for?" I
"Because he played you a trick went
into your room after you were asleep, blew
out your light, stole your matches, and hid
himself in tho cupboard in the hope that you
would be able to give us the benefit of one
of your experiences, as you call them. But
he told me to assure you on his honor that
not one hint of what happened that night
shall ever pass his lips."
"And I quite believe him," I said warmly.
'Pallatti is a glorious fellow, and although
it wasn't very pleasant for me at the tlmis,
the game, in this case, was well worth the
absence of the candle." Editard A. Irving,
in lielgravia. '
The One Thing Needful to Agricultural
Success In tho South.
That the prevailing' system of- agri
culture in every civilized courtry rests
on a basis more or less rational, will
not be controverted. There is reason
why some sections should be specially
devoted to the production of the
grasses, including the cereals; in other
words, to farming, and others to what
is termed planting. A controlling in
fluence is also exercised by the species
of labor employed in the cultivation of
the soil. The order and exactitude re
quisite in conducting the operations of
planting are thought to be best pro
moted by having a sufficient amount of
labor at the absolute control of the
planter. This is especially true in re
gard to the management of cotton,
sugar and rice; and partially, if not
equally so, of tobacco. On the other
hand, the successful production of grain
and grass admits of a change of opera
tions from year to year; and, indeed, of
a reduction or increase of the number,
temporarily, duringthe progress of the
season. A few steady laborers, with
such succession of force at busy times
as the occasion demands, are sufficient,
under intelligent superintendence, for
the general work of the farm. But the
conditions necessary to successful
plantingare of a more stringent nature.
The loss of a few days at a critical
season might involve the failure of the
crop, or at least make all the difference
in the result betweon profit and loss.
Hence tho planter must provide him
self at the beginning of the year with
the amount of labor requisite to meet
all contingencies. With this under his
control he is able to carry on his opera
tions with all tho precision of ma
chinery. It was under such conditions as these
that the planting interests of the South
grew up and flourished, and attained
an almost unexampled prosperity until
rather a recent date. Those who had
not the opportunity of witnessing the
manner in which these industries were
presented, can form but a faint idea of
the skill, judgment and capital neces
sary to success, It is owing to the ab
sence of these conditions during some
years past, more than to any other
cause, that almost every attempt to
continue the culture, on a large scale.
of the leading staples of .the South has
resulted in disastrous failure. The cli
mate and soil are the same, the planter
has lost none of his skill, the former
labor of the country still remains, and
the difference in expense between free
and involuntary labor is not so import
ant anjelement as to affect the general
result; but it is the difficulty, or rather
the impossibility, of regulating this
labor in the most efficient manner,
which now constitutes the greatest im
pediment in profitable planting. In
following this course of remark, it is
not my intention to express any opin
ion on past public events. They have
passed into tho domain of history. It
was deemed necessary, however, to
state present facts and difficulties ex
actly as they exist, for the purpose of
drawing the deductions to which they
inevitably lead, namely, tho absolute
necessity of abandoning, in great part,
the old system of planting, and of sub
stituting in its place such a diversity of
crops as will enable the cultivator to
derive from several smaller sources an
equal or greater amount of revenue
than was formerly derived from the
cultivation of a single leading staple,
to which every thing was made sub
servient. For though it may take years
to convince the Southern planter that
what was formerly the source of so
much profit must still continue, under
favorable circumstances of season and
prices, to afford him a handsome in
come, he will be convinced at last, and
the sooner the better, that the planting
business can never flourish again in
the South under the altered conditions
of the country, even if it were desira
ble that it should, which, indeed, may
be well questioned. Boston Budget
Origin of Electrical Terms.
The technical terms used in regard
to electricity refer to units of various
nature. Thus the unit of capacity is
one farad; the unit of activity, one
watt; tho unit of work, one joule; the
unit of quantity, one coulomb; the unit
of current, one ampere; the unit of re
sistance, one ohm; the unit of mag
netic field, one gaus3; the unit of pres
sure, one volt; the unit of force, one
dyne. These names are mostly de
rived from the names of men who have
been famous in the field of electrical
research. Thus Michael Faraday,
James Watt, and James P. 'Joule,
famous .English discoverers, give their
names to the first three units men
tioned; Charles A. Coulomb and Andre
M. Ampere, French inventors, to the
two units following; G. S. Ohm and
Carl F. Gauss, Germans, name two
more units; and the volt is named from
the Italian discoverer, Vblta. The
dyne is derived from the root word of
dynamo, itself meaning force. Chicago
Inter Ocean.
Jr. Horace P. Porter .Explains Why Our
Veterans Age Young An Address to the
Northern Kansas Medical Society.
Pardon me for asking you why it is
that the ex-soldier's hand trembles?
why is his gait unsteady? Why these
failures of memory and will power?
Why is he so sensitive to thermal
changes, or why, I should have said,
this permanent unbalancing of tho heat
regulating mechanism of the soldier's
Why is it that he is so often disquali
fied for making the best possible ad
justment, or even an average adjust
ment to his surroundings? Why does
he so often fall behind his competitors
in the struggle for existence? Why
this tendency to mendacity so heart
lessly mentioned in a recent issue of a
leading daily paper? What is the cause
of these aches and pains that he will
persist in calling rheumatic? Why
that stiffness when attempting to mobi
lize himself? What has become of his
ability to make fine mental and muscu
lar adjustments? Why, in short, did
the ex-soldier age yonng?
This is no fiction of the imagination.
You can find evidences of these physi
cal defects in this pre-eminently soldier
Stale on every hand they aro visible
to every competent observer, and so
very common that they have been al
most entirely overlooked.
Men think, reason, remember, will,
and act by reason of their having a
nervous system, and it is to state a very
simple truth when wo say that dofect of
function always follows defect of nerve
structure. The converse is also true
that when the nervous system functions
defectively it is evidence of a defect
within itself, and when it functions de
fectively for long periods of time the
defect is undoubtedly structural.
The life of our soldiers of the late war
was one continuous hardship to the
nervous system. It was characterized
by continuous discomfort to tho body in
general, and the nervous system in par
ticular. When the brain of man functions as
courage in the presence of great and
imminent danger it does so at a great
sacrifice of energy and there can bo no
great sacrifice of energy without injury
to the physical substructure that has
functioned as energy.
General Sheridan was honest enough
to say that he was " afraid" in bat
tle; that it was all a question of the
power of tho mind over the body.
For every one hour of battle there
were hundreds of hours of the brain
tension of expected danger.
One of the prominent factors in the
deterioration cf the soldier's nervous
system was loss of his regular sleep in
a comfortable bed.
The wear and tear of the soldier's or
ganism was never compensated for (and
under the circumstances of war never
could have been) by adequate rest and
The nervous system of man is the
highest known product of organic evo
lution in the universe, or to put it in
harmony with prevailing belief, it is
God's best effort
In the hemispherical ganglia of the
human brain, matter rises to the dig
nity of thought
The structure of the nervous system
is delicate and complex beyond all other
things it can not be abused with im
punity, although long intervals of time
may exist betwixt the infliction of the
injury and tho after effects that never
fail to follow if life is sufficiently pro
longed. These nervous defects did originate
in the service of the United States, and
in the line of duty, and they are pen
sionable under existing laws; but what
does the pensioner know about neuro
pathology? He knows that he tires
readily when engaged at manual labor
that a sound man performs with ease;
that his wind (as he expresses it)
give out, and that somehow he is not
well; being unversed in medical nomen
clature ho is at a loss to give a name to
his ailments -and consequently can not
in many cases go to work properly and
lay the foundation of a well-deserved
pension claim.
My purpose in writing this article is
for the ex-soldier's good and his coun
try's honor. It is to call your attention
to the disabilities that are so common,
as we have stated above, that we are
apt to overlook them.
In presenting this paper, I have no
other axe to grind; I did not come here
to peddle any wares; I did not write
this to advertise any fancied superior
wisdom in the domain of neurotic dis
ease; but I am here to point out a way
whereby every one of us can conscien
tiously help some deserving man before
tho end of this week if we will look
around us for the opportunity.
Dr. Stearns, of Lynn, Mass., has sug
gested the word neurokinesis to express
in brief tho common nervous troubles
of ex-soldiers. It would seem that
Neurokinesis, meaning a shaking up of
the nervous system, should be applied
to the cause of these troubles, and that
neural atrophy would better express the
present conditions as we find them in
these cases to-daj'. I am aware that
the words neural atrophy involve
a pathological hypothesis, but it is an
hypothesis resting on grounds that
appear to be impregnable, but for that
matter a pension claim can be brought
before tho pension bureau under the
broad heading of nervous disability,
which words in these cases do not in
volve any guessing whatever.
I shall state a truism when I tell you
that these nervous defects ' are the out
come of a permanently and (as a rule
with but few, very few. exceptions) in
curably diseased nervous system. There
Is a physical basis beneath all of theso
defects of function.
The subjective face of natural and
unhea'thful nerve function is always
Before leaving this subject I desire to
call vour attention to the date of the
origin of these nervous defects of the
veterans of the late war. They began
whion the young soldier left a comforta
ble home and entered an unhygienic
environment and they are the outcome
of the sum total of all the hardships
experienced by the soldier while in the
service of the United States, and in the
Jine of duty during all of the years,
months and days of said service, as
shown upon the muster rolls containing
their war records and which are now
on file in the War Department of the
United States.
Somebody is to blame for the neglect
to pension these men for the disabil
ities herein above mentioned the fault
is not with the Pension Bureau; it can
I not issue pensions for nervojs disability
until a formal demand for it has been
made; the fault is not with tho soldier
for he is incompetent to know very
much about pathological matters. The
fault lies with us and others, who are
the medical advisers of these men, be
cause certificates of disability upon
which to base a pension claim must
necessarily in the majority of cases
come from the family physician. Let
each and all of us resolve to make
amends for past neglect and contribute
of our knowledge and diagnostic skill
to help these men to obtain their just
No country can afford to treat its
brave men grudgingly and no generous
man would object to the pensioning of
these disabilities.
The common nervous troubles of old
soldiers are the legitimate sequela of
the degradation of nerve structure that
had its origin in the neurokinesis of
battle, in the tiresome watches of sleep
less nights, in exposures to thermal
extremes in tho ever-varying vicissi
tudes of climate. Thoy come of mala
rial saturation; they were born in prison
pens, while infinite mercy slept An
dersonville was fruitful of causation in
this direction Andersonville, over
which God for some inscrutable reason
spread a pall that was impervious to
prayer they only need to be looked for
to bo found, and they should be recog
nized and brought to the attention of
the Government by us that justice may
be done to theso brave men who can
not obtain it of themselvos.
There is a form of progressive ner
vous disease that has its origin in a
painful scar or cicatrix that has been
insufficiently noticed by medical wri
ters except in what is known as painful
A painful cicatrix means a neuritis
and it is the law of neuritis to proceed
along the affected nerve centripetally
until the spinal cord is involved, and
sometimes the mischief extends to the
brain and the victim becomes a total
Pardon me for inviting your attention
to the entanglement of nerve fiber in
cicatrical tissue the gynecologist has
appreciated this pathalogical condition
at its true value, but it is capable of
giving rise to untold miseries in other
localities than the cervix uteri.
A neighbor received a gun-shot flesh
wound of his right arm that was fol
lowed by gangrene that finally healed,
leaving a rather large but painful cica
trix, which gave rise to a painful arm,
and finally epilensv supervened. His
present condition is that of dementia
and a general paralysis; his face wears
an idiotic leer. In a few more months
the degradation of nerve structure will
have reached limits that are incompat
ible with life.
And now a word about the uuhing
ing of the heat-regulating mechanism
of the soldigr's body. It reminds us of
tho famous leaning tower of Pisa. A
lesser force would bo required to over
turn it than a similar tower that stands
erect. It is possible for this defect of
the so-called heat-regulating center of
the soldier's nervous system to make
all of the difference betwixt a transient
nasal catarrh in a previously sound man
and a fatal acute lung ailment in the
unsound man.
It should never be lOrgotten that an
unhinging of the heat-regulating mech
anism caused by exposures in the
Chickahominy swamps in 1862, may be
come tho prime cause of a soldier's
death from pneumonia in the coming
winter of 1888-9. Horace P. Porter, M.
D., Late Assistant Surgeon 7th and
Surgeon 10th Beg. Conn. Vols., Oneida,
There are 144 men in tho Soldiers'
Home at Chelsea, Mass.
Massachusetts has twenty-three
aids-de-camp on the staff of commander-in-chief.
The basis of representation in the
National W. R. C, has been changed
from 500 to 800.
The Commandery of Massachusetts
of tho military order of the Royal Le
gion, has a registered membership of
The Grand Army post of Essex
County, Mass.. decorated, on last
Memorial Day, the graves of 3, 988 com
rades. The Massachusetts delegation in the
next Congress will have three soldiers
instead of one. Comrades Banks, Coggs
well and Morse.
Sixty thousand two hundred am
fifty-two names were added to the
pension rolls during the fiscal year end
ing June 30, 1888.
Commander-ix-Chief Wm. Warner
in General Orders No. 3, says "Let us
never drive an old soldier out ol the
Grand Army because he is poor."
Captain J. F. Chase, of Augusta,
Me., who served during the war as a
member of tho Fifth Maine Battery,
was terribly mangled at the battle of
Gettysburg, receiving forty-eight dis
tinct wounds.
The Department of New Hampshire,
G. A. R., has a school of instruction
which is attended by department offi
cials for the purpose of perfecting them
selves in the ritual and unwritten work
of the order.
After a hard rain at Andersonville
it is easy to collect trinkets worn by
Union soldiers who were confined in the
prison- A dozen brass buttons and a
belt clasp with the letters U. S. on it
were picked up there the other day.
While in Macon, Ga., recently.
Captain W. H. White, of New York,
received as a present from Captain J.
W. Wilcox, of the Macon Gaslight
: Company, a canteen of frosted silver.
Accompanying the gift was a letter
from Captain Wilcox, in which he
wrote that "perhaps the meanest thing
he was guilty of during1 the war was to
rob a Federal soldier of his canteen.
He now desired to atone for that act of
vandalism by returning to Captaix
White the canteea."
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