The Sun.
London, England, 1864-05-04 00:00:00

A CURE FOR CHOLERA.,

At that time there was scarcely a store in Broad-street
except the one occupied by Granville and Nordheim. The
street was filled with private residences and boarding-houses
Opposite to Mr. Granville's store, at No. 24, was a board-
ing-house. Marion counted in one day nine coffins taken
out of the one house, and that very evening he felt con •
winced that ho had the cholera. Mr. Granville was alarmed,
and made him go to bed, and sent for funny old Doctor
Francis. He was shown into Marion's room. There
Marion lay groaning with the cholera, The doctor felt his
pulse, asked some questions, and Marion related how many
coffins he had seen brought out of No. 24, Broad-street.
The doctor smiled, and ordered up a slice of bread. When
it came up, ho made up two or three small pills with it.
Marion looked at his proceedings with astonishment.
" Take these pills ; they will c•ire you," said the doctor.
" Why, they are nothing but bread," said Marion, and
he jumped up in a rage at the idea of the doctor making
fun of him.

"Why, the very sight of my pills has cured you," and
the doctor laughed heartily. Marion commenced dressing)
and he could not help laughing also. It was catching. Mr.
Granville laughed, and so did the servant. "Nothing
serious is the matter with you. You have no cholera. You
have seen so many coffins today that your nerves have be-
come excited, and you fancied you had the cholera. It's
lucky for you, my boy, that I discovered the fact, or you
might have had it in earnest, and perhaps died with it,"
said Do for Francis solemnly.
The doctor descended to the parlour, accompanied by
M 'ion Monch and Mr. Granville. A glass of old Madeira
made Yrarion quite well, and when the doctor departed, ha
went part c."ay home with him. Many persons in the hands
of lees sensible ,doctors died that summer with the cholera,
who had no more cholera at the commencement than did
Marion. The doctors !mated such oases as cholera, and
they died of cholera.

Hero, again, is a negro story, Rot according to Uncle
Tom :--

A PRACTICAL LESSON.
" The fact became known that Billy had saved my go-
vernor's life, and although it secured him a great many
praises and favours from other members of our family, yet.
it never seemed to alter my father's course. He seemed to
have forgot it, and though Billy did pretty much as he hal.
a mind to do, I do not remember that Billy got severely-
whipped by my father's orders except on one occasion."
" Whip a poor negro who had saved his master's life r
That is gratitude with a vengeance," muttered the jolly
Englishmen, Mr. Cubsoa.

"Let me finish, sir, if you please," continued Mr. Gail-
lard. " The occasion was this. My father was somewhat
eccentric, but I ever found him a very just man. He had
an overseer on ono of his rice plantations, a Mr. Al..lice,
who was a great hand for whipping. My father did not
exactly like it, but when he spoke to Maico, the overseer
would say, very decidedly, ' It's no use to try to get
along, sir, with niggers unless you give them a lashing.
I never order more than twenty lashes, and it does the:
niggers good." Maico took his leave, my father pondered.
over the matter for some time, and then called Billy."
Billy came.
"How d'y, Billy."
" How d'y, Massa Frank."

" Billy, go and get the overseer's whip," Billy went -and
got it. "Now help nlo take off all my clothes," said my
lather.

" Gor a mity, Massa Frank, what you gwino to do now
said Billy.

"I want you to give me twenty lashes, as I,:ard as you
can put it on, as hard as Maice whips the niggers," said my
father.

"Why, Massa Frank, wat de dibble you want for
now ? Get die nigger hung ?' replied Billy, who was ver;
much scared.

"I want you to do as I say. If you don't, I'll send for
Sam, and have you Whipped," said my father.
"No; I swear Clod I can"t lick you, Massa," replied
Billy. ,

11:ly father got in a rage, and called in S am, who was a
sort of second negro ehief in the house. Same came.
" Sam, I want you to whip Billy," said my father.
" Eh, Billy. What you do Massa, now ? Take off your
cc at."

I3illy did so at once, and Sam gave him two or three
good 'cuts, when Billy says, •' It dm: is all you wt.nt, I gib
dem cuts myself."

" Will you lick me now, Billy '1" said my father4,'
" 0, yes Massa. I'll lick you. Gib me de whfp'—and
Billy took it and gave his master two rather hard a uts.
" Lick me harder, you rascal, or I'll have Sam :lick you
again,' said my father. Thus admonished, Billy put in
de big licks,' as Sam, who was a spectator, remarked,
until the quantity was reached, his master counting at every
stroke, one, two, up to twenty. There, Billy._ I don't
like it, and I'll be d—d if I'll ever have another nigger
whipped on my plantation.' And ho never did. ,He never
afterwards had an overseer; and if a negro deserved punish-
ment, he gave the very worst that can ever bo given in the
South—it was to transfer him from one plantation to an-
other.

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this book will in no way affect the reputation of the