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experiments which go to prove that we may dip

n a cause, kin to their own, of theory and innovation? As Alderman Lawrence shrewdly remarked the other day, from his place in the Guildhall, the sanitary reform cry is "got up." That is the reason why, in his case, it does not go down. He, for his own part, did not disapprove the flavor of a church-yard, and appeared to see no reason why it should be cheated of its due. The sanitary partisans, he said, were paid for making certain statements. It would be well if we could cut off thei

s not cheat them of their pasturage; if any man fall sick, when, so to speak, his grave is d

took their ancestors into their stomachs, we take ours into our lungs-and herein we adopt the better plan, because it is the more unwholesome. We are content, also, now and then to let our friends grow old, although we may repress the tendency to age as much as poss

ar in Arkad

give my hints concerning ?gri

say nothing. You, of course, ha

ases, curative. It is a direct swindling of the doctor when we allow blinds to be pulled up, a

when it has passed the patient's door. Our hope is to depress, to dispirit invalids. Cheerful words and gentle la

bottles. Some have a way of thrusting all the medicine into a cupboard, out of sight, leaving a glass of gayly-colored flower

our view. Slops and all messes are to be left standing in the room-only put out of sight-and cleared away occasionally; they are not to be removed at once. The chambe

one for the day, and one for night use; or else two sets of sheets, that, each set being used one day and aired the nex

t with much washing. We will not learn to feed the sick, but send

men of science. We will ask Monsieur Purgon how many grains of salt go to an egg; and if our patient require twelv

ligious horror, we shall have done as much as con

tation crops-that our grandfathers and grandmothers should be converted into corn and mangel-wurzel. His suggestion was to combine burial with farming operations. A field was to be, during forty years, a place of interment: then the field adjacen

Lake Yarou the Lamas' bodies are exposed, and kites are summoned to devour them by the sound of a gong and of a trumpet made out of a human thigh-bone. Such notions from abroad arrest our notice, but we see nothing when we look at home. We might see how we fill our sick-rooms with a fatal gloom, and keep our dead five or six days within our houses, to bury them, side by side and one over another, thousands together, in the middle of our cities.