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s_ They called his title private— He reached no higher grade, But waited for his orders And died when he obeyed. No pen may write his story, No chisel carve his name, No monument rise o’er him. No multitude acclaim. For he was but a private, And served another’s fame. And, dying, gave his country A never-dying name. He gave to order’s progress The life ’twas his to give, And in his country’s annals, Though nameless, he shall live. He fought as but a private— Without promotion he— To carry freedom’s banner Beyond the rolling sea; That purpose might not falter, That peace mußt have her reign And justice work with honor For man’s eternal gain. He fought and died a private, And never held the sword; Renown did not come nigh him, His hand holds no reward. He wrought to give the lawless The hope of righteous laws, Nor vengeance marred his valor Nor malice cursed his cause. They called his title private— He sleeps in glory’s bed, And where he fell advancing Now other privates tread; Nor eulogy nor marble Can honor such as they, Who answer duty’s summons And die when they obey. —Frederick C. Spalding. Poison Plot for Love. | At San Francisco Miss Florence M. Campbell, when she confessed to be the author of the poison plot that so greatly excited that city, also gave a remai'bable psychological display. From her story we know jUBt how it feels to dig a pit for another’s feet and step Into it. Writhing with the wholly imaginary pangs of arsenical poisoning and gasp ing with the very real spasms conse quent on the use of emetics. Miss Campbell was sick unto her soul that she had ever attempted the role of a Borgia with Machlavelian trimmings. She got her Idea, of course, from the Botkin case —that murder which taught anew crime to a thousand jeal ous, crazed women. Dunning, the husband of Mrs. Botkin's victim, was a newspaper correspondent. Rathom was also a newspaper correspondent. The two men were together with the army before the operations against Santiago. It was very natural that Ruthom should talk over the awful tragedy In Ills friend's affaire with the woman who was to him what Mrs. Botkin was to Dunning. Miss Camp bell. well-born, well-bred, well-edu cated, applied the Botkin reasoning to her own ease aud thought she saw an opportunity to Improve on the mur der that sent Mrs. Botkin to prison for life. There was a mixed motive in the case. Mrs. Rathom was threat ening her husband with a divorce suit because of his relations with Miss Campbell, and the latter thought but the scheme. In part at least, In order that she might have something with which to blackmail the injured wife into silence. The denouement of the plot was artistic and exciting. First the public became aware that an attempt had been made to poison Miss Campbell with arsenic in cherries and that her landlady. Mrs. Scheib, had also partaken of the sweets and had also been made very ill. The next step was the testing of the box of candled cherries. “There is enough arsenic here to kill a herd of cows," was the chemist’s report. Then the police made the discovery that the address on the box was in the handwriting of Mrs. John Rathom, whose possible motive was no deep se cret. So far it was all as Miss Campbell had planned. Then John R. Rathom entered upon the scene. He declared his positive belief that neither his wife nor Miss Campbell sent the poisoned candles, but he was not prepared to say that he did not send them himself. He made a very frank eonfesslon of hts own wrong doings. He admitted that he had behaved In a disgraceful way toward both his wife and Miss Campbell and declared that he fully de served any trouble which might come upon him. He Introduced further complications Into the mystery by revealing a prop osition which he said Mrs. Schclb. wife of Mr. Schelb. with whom Miss Camp bell lived, had made to him. Mr. Schelb canto after the attempted poi soning and said In effect: "Your wife sent this box of poisoned candy. She has nearly poisoned my wife and Miss Campbell. You must go to her and make her pay the doctors’ bills, and sign a paper that she will leave the state and not seek a divorce fiom you. Then you can get a di vorce from her on the ground of de sertion nnd marry Miss Campbell." Schelb stoutly denied that he ever made such a proposition, nnd declared that Kathom had utterly distorted vhat be said. It took a month to disentangle the ugly skein/ During that time Miss Camobell indignantly dented that she had mailed nerself the poisoned candy, but (he police plodded along, proved Mrs. Rathom’s Innocence and gradually brought the matter home to Miss rVmpbeH. and that young woman at last confessed It all. .‘‘MV only object in mailing this poi 'sdtted candy was because Mri Rathorn ♦hiclrleDed to use my name and make it public," said Miss Campbell, when she had to tell it at last. “That I would he sued as a co-respondent made me do this. I intended holding the poisoned candy matter over her head, and thought possibly I could frighten her from using my name publicly, and that was my whole object in doing it. “I assure you I never had any thought of injuring anybody, and the poisoned candy was safely tucked in the bottom of the basket, the top lay ers being perfectly free from any ar senic.” After the poison was received Mrs. Scheib recalled that earlier in the day some woman had inquired by telephone whether Miss Campbell had received a package by mail. She felt sure it was Mrs. Rathom’s voice. Miss Campbell, nowever, confessed that she herself did the telephoning, as part of the plot to incriminate Mrs. Rathom. When Miss Campbell returned at evening she found the package await ing her. She did not intend to open It, but Mrs. Scheib recognized Mrs. Rathom's handwriting, and was cu rious. When Mrs. Scheib accused her of being afraid to eat the candles, the presence of two sewing girls embar rassed her and she and Mrs. Scheib did eat from the top layers. Then Miss Campbell began to fear. Suppose that the candles had got shaken up in the mails! Suppose that a little, just a little, of the arsenic had been shaken out of the knife-opened candies in the bottom of the box and had found its way to that top layer while the box was upside down in the postoffice! Suppose— Miss Campbell grew maddened by her suppositions. She suspected that she was begin ning to feel sick. Yet the sewing girls and Mrs. Scheib were there. She had to conceal her fears and wait. Perhaps no poison had been taken. It was foolish to he so frightened. Then she wondered what the first symptoms of arsenic poisoning were. Was arsenic a quick poison or a slow poison? She tried to think, out there had been no poison case in all her girlish experience. Yes, the Botkin case—and death, death to two women, was the story of that crime! It was an awful time for young Miss Campbell, but she did not dare to betray herself. Mrs. Scheib might die and she might be branded and convicted as the poi soner! Or Mrs. Rathom might be hanged, i and she didn’t want this. Mrs. Scheib laughed and talked and was witty, but 'Miss Campbell perspired and began to feel an Ulricas coming on. She mentioned it, for mental relief. Mrs. Scheib said it was nothing— that she, too, did not feel just right. And the girl’s alarm took sudden growth. She was surely getting sick. Was It the first of the symptoms? Nearly two hours of the anxiety had passed away. The girl could stand it no longer. She got up and ran for the nearest drug store. “When Mrs. Scheib got sick,” pro ceeds Miss Campbell's own statement, "I took some of the powder to the drug store on I,arkin and Ellis streets, and the boys told me there that it was not arsenic. "I insisted upon having an antidote anyway. "He gave me some mustard and an antidote. I asked him whether I should take the antidote right away, but he said no, he would not take It right away. “I did not know whether it was the poison or the medicine, but I was very slek. "I went home and tried to get Mrs. Scheib to take some of the antidote, but she would not. "I poured some Into a spoon and took It myself, for fear I had eaten a small particle of the arsenic.” She became worse than ever. Ter ror-stricken, she telephoned for Ra thom. who promptly responded. Ra thom summoned Mr. Scheib, whose wife had unconcernedly gone to bed. "Mrs. Scheib Is poisoned,” declared Miss Campbell, “and she won’t take the antidote. Make her take it.” Mr. Scheib rushed to his wife’s room and found the woman peacefully asleep. He aroused her rudely, fear ing that the seeming sleep was but a stupor, and In alarm she sat upright. “Are you poisoned?” inquired Scheib. who had the bottle of antidote and a spoon. “Poisoned? Why, no! Who said I was?” Miss Campbell then felt sure that only she herself had been poisoned. She took some more mustard and an other antidote, and the poetry of life faded further away than ever. Ra thc.ni had vainly tried to find a doc tor. so he took charge of the case him self; and “he made me take one cup after another of mustard,” says Miss Campbell. With anttdotes and emetics the young woman grew so sick that she could not swallow any more of the medicine, and then she began to re cover. In the morning she was well. She had not eaten any of the ar senic, of course, but her imagination, the mustard and the antidote an swered the purpose just as well. “I got the basket, I think, from M. I Shlbata. No. 917 Market street.” said Miss Campbell. “I purchased the cherries at the Emporium. I bought 10 cents' worth of arsenic, half an ounce, from Blake’s drug store, on Third street, and I gave the name of Mrs. R. B. White, and the address as No. 460 Harrison street. I said that I wanted it for vermin, and asked the clerk whether turpentine would mix up with it, and he said it would; f I got theiarsenic and put it in the candied cherries for the purpose of having the same analyzed. Mr. Rathom took the basket and cherries away with him the next morning. I mailed the package on Wednesday, June 28, to my own ad dress. The envelope was one I had received from Mrs. Rathom.” Miss Campbell is a young woman of very good family. She is the youngest daughter of the Hon. John A. Camp bell, of New Cumberland, W. Va., and was educated at Hiram college, Ohio. She brought a letter of introduction from Senator Stephen B. Elkins, of West Virginia, to Senator George C. Perkins, of California. She delivered some lectures in Cali fornia, in which she scarified “the new woman.” Miss Campbell is still in California, and there are rumors of a reconcilia tion In the Rathom family. The chief of police says there is no punishment for a woman who sends poison to herself, and Miss Campbell will have an opportunity to depart in peace from a community where she has caused a vast amount of trouble. CRUISING UP THE YANGTSZE. That determined and observant trav eler, Eliza Scidmore, who wrote of the Chinese tea trade in The August Cen tury, writes in the September number of a cruise up the Yangtsze-Kiang, and the difficulties and perils that beset it. The I-chang Gorge cuts straight west ward for five or six miles, and then turns at a straight angle northward, an arrowy reach between gray, purple, and yellowed limestone walls overhang with the richest vegetation. Tiny orchards and orange groves are niched between the buttresses of these storied strata walls, and cling to terraces; quarries and lime kilns show, and mud houses are left behind, stone huts and houses being cheaper beside the quarry than the wattle and dab of the plains. Brown junks floated in midstream, amd junks with square and butterfly and striped sails were dwarfed at the loot of the cliffs. All day our trackers strained at the braided bamboo ropes, crawling up and down and over rocks where bamboo hawsers have cut deep, polished grooves in the conglomerate and limestone banks by the friction of centuries. Lookout men at the water’s edge kept the line free from rocks, throwing it off from any projections, and wading out to release it from hidden snags. Where foothold was wanting, the trackers scrambled on lioard and rowed around the obstacle or across stream to tracking grounds again. Thel" whole performance was the burlesque of navigation, the climax of stupidities and nothing ingenious or practical seems to have resulted from the three thousand years of “swift water” navigation on the Upper Yang tsze. The ridiculous, top-heavy, tilt ing kwatszc is wholly unsuited to such a flood river, and the trackers tow by a rope fastened to the top of the mast, as on the Peiho, the mast shivering, springing, and resounding all the whlie. They rowed us with poles, round sapling rtems held to the gun wale by a string or straw loop, and It was a marvel that the kwatsze re sponded to these bladeless oars, even when all hands. Including the cook, rowed madly, screaming and stamping In chorus, and the captain on the roof raging and shrieking, and threatening to drop through upon us. The kwatsze would reel and wabble, gain by Inches, and round the ripple or point, and the ragamuffin crow would drop ofT with the tow-line and fasten it by a flat metal button at the end of tneir brieole thongs. With a deft loop, that can be detached with the least slackening, the cotton thongs hold firmly to the slip pery cable. In all these thousands of years they have never learned to “line tip,” either by a captain on board or a winch on shore, nor to invent other compelling swift-water fashions of the Nile, the St. Ta wrence, the Snake, the Columbus, or the Stickeen. Some years ago Admiral Ho was or dered to these river precincts, where lawlessness had been rife, and he, un precedented in this century In China, took an Interest in his work, and at tempted to better things. He estab lished a system of life-boat patrol in the gorges, and his little red row-boats waiting above and belorw rapids and eddies, and moving along shore to ren der assistance, had a salutary effect on the wild river folk. DO NOT GIVE SATISFACTION. A dispatch from Columbia, S. C., says: "The South Carolina pension laws do not seem to be giving satis faction. Eleven years ago the state legislature decided to appropriate $50,000 annually to destitute confed erate veterans and needy widows of such soldiers. The sum was soon found to be Inadequate and was in creased to SIOO,OOO, which is consid ered a liberal appropriation for all cases where It should be properly ap plied. But there Is great complaint that people who do not need pensions and are not entitled to them are re ceiving the money, reducing the amount going to the worthy ones and cutting out others altogether. The matter is being agitated all over the state, and it Is likely that the next legislature will devote some time to the construction of a satisfactory law. 810 EARNINGS OF N. Y. CENTRAL. The earnings of the New York Cen tral railroad this year are said to be greater than the earnings of au.v road in the country for a similar period. For July there was an increase of a round million over the earning® for July a year ago. and August, so far. Is promising even better thing®. It is said that these earnings have been ap proached only upon one occasion world’s Fair year. AT FOURSCORE. Ah, yes, I divine, by the way they look Who bring me the birthday gift and word; They think me waiting for priest and book, And the place where greetings are never heard. Yet though I am standing at Death’s dark door, I am not thinking of him or his; The soul of twenty returns once more, Although in the body of age it is. With the thought of dying, away to night! Away with the thoughts of Ills and pain! I would have no comrade of mine in sight, Flaunt” ng a life that is on the wane. But give me young faces without a seam, Give mirth and music and tripping feet; Give me red lips with the corn-white gleam, And the light of life that is summer sweet! Whence is this hunger, this thirst of mine To cast the trammels of age away 9 Is it all human? Nay, half divine— The reach of the night for the dawn of day. —Charlotte Fisk Bates in Century. LACK AESTHETIC TASTE. Filipinos Imitate the Europeans Some times With Ludicrous Results. Of all the races peopling this mun dane sphere not one has such an ex traordinary spirit of imitation as that which inhabits the Philipine Islands, according to the Manila Freedom. This race of people, of Malay origin, which occupies all the archipelago of the Celebas Sea, lacks the aesthef'c taste necessary for the proper combination of colors, constructive ability, uni formity in architectural designs and the good taste which is required for the culture and advancement of a people. They have no ideas of this kind of their own, and in all matters of taste do nothing more than what they see in races of the west. Any one who has observed the Fili pinos will have noticed that they have no ideas at all in regard to the proper combination of colors in their wearing apparel, as, in spite of their dusky complexions, they select in their clothing the colors which are least suitable to them. You will see Indian girls and half-breeds as brown as berries using in their dresses and scarfs such colors as blue, green, yel low, brown and black. A woman of dusky complexion with a dress of any of these colors presents an appearance that is hideous in the extreme. It is not uncommon to see dark-skinned Indian girls dressed in such bright greens that if they should encounter a carabao they are liable to be eaten by that festive animal on account of their similarity to a bunch of hay. The reason why these people cut this ridiculous figure is that they see these bright colors on European wo men, and, without thinking of the ef fect which, on account of their differ ent complexion such hues are liable to produce, readily adopt them and con sider themselves the most elegant of the elegant. No sooner does anew fashion arrive from Paris, Vienna or Berlin in shoes, trousers, hats, shirts or neckwear, no matter how extravagant, the Indian and the half-breed immediately adopt them. , The American troops had been in Manila only a few days with their brown suits before the stores of the Escolta were beseiged by natives and half-breeds, buying all the brow r n cloth obtainable, wool, cotton or silk, and In a few days they were all arrayed in suits of the same color as those worn by the army of occupation. They noticed the hats of straw or felt with a blue polka-dot band, and in a few days all the Indians and half-breeds were wearing the same kind of hats as the Americans. A TREASURE RESTORED. An Incident of the Baldwin Fire in San Francisco. Among tbe many minor incidents of the Baldwin hotel fire was the wreck of the old Amatl violin, which August Hinrichs used as leader of the theater orchestra. Every music lover in the city knew the instrument. It was made by Nicolo Amati. son of Heroni mus, nephew of Antonio, born 1596, died 1684, Cremona's most renowned maker of all this celebrated family, and was purchased from the great Hanover music house of Berlin some years ago. In the basement of the Baldwin theater, where the orchestra instru ments were stored, the water used in quenching the hotel fire, very nearly at the boiling point when it was first poured in, stood higher than a tnan s head. The underwriters put in pumps and lowered It. Then men groped their way cautiously amid the ruins, venturing a few paces at a time. Among them was August Hin richs. Making careful observations, he determined the exact location of the place where the Acnati had been left, and he offered a workman a round bribe to go in an see if he could find it. The man accepted the offer. He brought out first the viola of Hlnrichs ■the elder, burned to charcoal. Then he brought out a library book which August Hinrlchs had borrowed the day before the fire, blackened but entire. Then he brought out a water-soaked thing which the musical leader recog nlxed as the case of his Amati, but his cry of rejoicing was busted as he witnessed its singular condition, flat tened and collapsed, like a piece of pastry. The body of the violin proper has only nine pieces but the top of this was in ll> Separate fragments, some of them the veriest chips and splint ers, yet it was found in such a position as to indicate that it tad been pro tected from any crushing pres sure. This condition was a mys tery, only solved when all of the pieces were examined in a strong light, when close inspection showed that every glue joint in the original construction had separated and ttat ancient re pairs, whose presence had never before been suspected, had been dissected by the action of the hot water, which had also extracted every particle of var nist and filling from the wood. Under the sounding post, back of the bridge, was where the chief fracture had oc curred, and the edges where they sep arated, telling the secret of some old artificer’s work, were dark with age. Herman Muller, a local violin maker and repairer, who had had care of the instruments ever since it came into Mr. Hinrich’s possession, undertook its restoration. Twice Muller put the violin together, and to the eye of a layman it was again a perfectly con structed instrument. The bouts had shrunk a little, and he found it neces sary to put the lower in place of the upper ones and to shape new lower ones, but, with the exception of these two narrow bands and a slender thread of new lining around the edge of the top, it was reconstructed en tirely of the original wood, and seem ed as dainty and exquisite a violin as when it came from the hands of its maker over 300 years ago. Yet when Muller strung it and drew a bow across the strings his face was troubled, and when he carried it to Hinrichs and the musical director re peated the experiment the two men looked sadly at each other. Hinrichs was disposed to take the more hope ful view. “The tone will improve with use; and even now it would do,” he said, cheerfully. “No, it does not sing. The tone is dead. The arch has flattened and it does not vibrate,” said Muller. “I shall take it to pieces again.” So the Amati was again resolved into its component parts, and Muller tried to remedy the fault, but when it was again put together it still refused to sing. Then fie resolved upon heroic measures. It was not a question of money or reward. He has since said to Hinrichs: “I was never so discouraged over anything in my life. But I could not be reconciled to giving up and re turning that beautiful old Amati with a voice like a sls fi ” He had no one to learn the proper procedure, for the simple reason that no one so far known had ever ac complished what he was about to un dertake. He knew the proper form of the Nicolo Amati, and he knew every curve and dimension of this old instru ment. which he had so often handled, so that he had from the first realized just where the defect lay. Before the fire the arch was just a little flattened, as in most old violins, but the boiling and soaking and drying had exaggerat ed this fault, spoiling the exquisite symmetry of contour and playing ha voc with tones. For the third time Muller soaked the whole instrument apart. With only the outline of the back to use he made clay models, which he shaped by hand into a perfect imitation of the original arching. From these he cast outside molds in plaster, and from the outside molds he cast inside molds. Then he took the fragmentary sections of top and back, laid them together unglued and bound them down over ihe inside casts with the outside casts pressed closely over them, boring hundreds of holes in the plaster to let in the air. Here he loft them for nine weeks, aud when he released them they had found their original lines and curves and needed only to be nicely joined again, forming a per fect union with the sides. The slow process of varnishing re quired five weeks. Today the in strument is in finer condition than when Mr. Hinrichs first acquired it, and is the admiration of every con nossieur in the city. Herman Muller sa>s that the new covering of varnish will for a short time impair the brilliancy of the in strument’s tone, but if this be the case new and important developments may be expected from the old Amati. Already great audiences have nightly heard it, beginning with Thursday, July 27, and been entranced with its sweet strains at the Columbia when played behind the scenes in the third act of "Heartsease.” Behind the scenes Hinrichs. holding it under his chin with radiant face, softly wields the bow, guiding it over the strings in ex quisite melody, and murmurs: "It is the old Amati, and more. How it sings, sings, sings!” THE BOLD MOOSE-BIRD. The next morning I was awakened by my old friend, the moose-birds. A pair of them were trying to carry off the moose meat, all at one mouthful, and at the same time fighting away a third bird which sneaked in between their trips to their place of storage. The moos "'-bird takes life very seri ously. and his sole business is stealing everything he can stick his bill into. I’nless he is very often disturbed he is without fear, and will readily alight on a stick held in your hand, if you put a piece of meat on the end of the stick. I have often photographed the bird a distance of three or four feet —Fred- eric Irland in Scribners. A reunion of the northern and south ern branches of the Tyler family was held In Washington September 12. JINGLES AND JOKES OF THE^AY. Fussy old gentleman (to chance lady traveling companion)—Have you any children madam? "Yes, sir, a son.” “Ah, indeed. Does he smoke?” “No, sir, he has never so much as touched a cigarette.” “So much the better, madam; the use of tobacco Is a poisonous habit Does he frequent the clubs. “He has never put his foot W one.” “Allow me to congratulate, you. Docs he ever come home late?” L “Never. He goes to bed directly after dinner.” A* “A model young man, Imadam—a model young man. How r ofc Is he?” , “Just two months.” —Tit-Bita Amateur actor (to frieiK>—WJyji did you think of my Hamlet Chaftey? Dear friend—lmmense! In one part of the play you were equal to Irving, . Amateur actor —In what part was that, Charley? Dear friend—Where Polonius givas his parting advice to Laertes, Amateur actor —I was behind the s scenes then. Dear friend —So was Irving.—London Tit-Bits. Lily—See Mrs. Breezy slicing down the toboggan with Jack Hugger—and her husband only dead six months. Rupert—Yes; that’s what you might call “sliding for second” with “one man out.”—Judge. “Yes, I spent the summer in he country. Had a great time.” “Didn’t you miss the convenience of civilization?” “Didn’t miss anything. Why, my boy, they had the finest sanitary bath plumbing up there that you ever saw.” “What was it like?” “An old oaken bucket and a tin wash basin.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer. Her hair was not the wondrous hue Of glittering gold so bright; She doesn’t sip the mountain dew And her brow’s not marble white. Her teeth do not resemble pearls, Her mouth’s not like a rose; She’s just one of those charming girls That nature sometimes grows. —New York Evening World. “But if I give you the nickle you ask,” objected the other, “you would spend it for drink!” “No, no, no!” cried the mendicant, almost fiercely. “I should spend it -o keep my wife at the seashore another month.” Now the other was moved. Perhaps he too. was a married man. —Detroit Journal. “Gilfoyle takes a broad and states manlike view of national affairs,” re marked Callowhill. i “May I ask what you mean by a broad and statesmanlike view?” asked Gumney. “Why, er—er—Gilfoyle thinks as I think.” —Detroit Free Pn ss. Cobwigger—This flat of yours is rather warm, isn’t it?” Crabshaw—Yes: I wish the janitor would turn on that steam heat of his and keep the place as cool as it was last winter.—New York World. The man who wields the hoe Has lately had a show, As has also had the man behind the gun; But, really, after all, The man who has the call Is the quiet man who always has the mon. Indianapolis Journal/ Don t the heathen dress ridicu lously?” said Maude. fi “ 0f course they do,” replied Eshel. M hat else can they do when we send tnem trunkfuls of shirtwaists and beaver hats every year?”— Harper’s Bazar. Rright eastener—l suppose it is ex tremely difficult to find many really cultivated people in the extreme west Extreme westener—Well. yes. Most of our people are born east - Criterion. "Say. old chap, can I see yon apart for a second?” Wag—" You mean alone, don’t youj® "Yos. a fiver. How'd you guess ijH —Philadelphia Record. VK SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION OF HYPNOTISM. The subject of hypnotism was res cued from the charlatans, rechristened, and subjected to accurate investiga tion by Dr. James Braid, of Manches ter. as early as 1841. But the results, after attracting momentary attenion, fell from view, and, despite desultory efforts, the subject was not again ac corded a general hearing from the scientific world until 1878. when Dr. Charcot took it up at the Salpetriere in Paris, followed soon afterward by Dr. Rudolf Heidenhain. of Breslau, and a host of other experimenters. The value of fho method in the study of mental states was soon apparent. Most of Braid’s experiments were re peated, and in the main his results were confirmed. His explanation of hypnotism, or artificial somnambulism, as a self-induced state, independent of any occult or supersensible influence, soon gained general credence. His be lief that the initial stages are due to fatigue of nervous centres, usually from excessive stimulation, has not been supplanted, though supplemented by notions growing out of the nw knowledge as to subconscious mental ity in general atd the inhibitory in fluence of one center over another In' the central nen 01s mechanism --Har per’s Magazine. ■a.