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 Nordheirn. The
street was filled with private residencesand boarding-houses
Opposite to Mr. Granville's store, at No. 21, 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 •
vinced that he 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, lie made up two or three small pills with it.
Marion looked at his proceedings with astonishment.
" Take these pills; they will cure 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 dressings
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,"
.n.id Doctor Francis solemnly.
The doctor descended to the parlour, accompanied by
Marion Monck and Mr. Granville. A glass of old Madeira
made Marion quite well, and when the doctor departed, ho
went part way home with him. Many persons in the hands
of less sensible doctors died that summer with the cholera,
who had no more cholera at the commencement than di.,l
Marion. The doctors treated such cases as cholera, and
they died of cholera.

Here, again, is a negro story, not 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 ou.r family, yet
it never seemed to alter my father's course. IEO seemed to
have forgot it, and though Billy did pretty much as he had
a mind to do, I do not remember that Billy got severely
whipped by my father's orders except on one occElsion."
" Whip a poor negro who had saved his mai lter's life I
That is gratitude with a vengeance," muttered the jolly
Englishmen, Mr. Cubsoa.

" Let me finish, sir, if you please," continued Mr,
lard. "The occasion was this. My father was somewhat
eccentric, but I ever found him a very just man. II e had
an overseer on one of his rice plantations, a Mr. II laice,
who was a great hand for whipping. My father did not
exactly like it, but when he spoke to Maice, the overseer
would say, very decidedly, It's no use to try .to get
along, sir, with niggers unless you give them a las hing.
I never order more than twenty lashes, and it does the
niggers good." Maice took his leave, my father pondered
over the matter for some time, and then called Billy:4
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 me take off all my clothes," said ray
father.

" Gor a mity. Massa Frank, what you gwine to do now P''
said Billy.

"I want you to give me twenty lashes, as hard as u
can put it on, as hard as Maio() whips the niggers," said m yoy
father.

“Why, Massa Frank, wat do dibble you want for to do
now ? Get die nigger hung ?” replied Billy, who was very
much scared.
"I want you to do as I say. If you aon't, send for
Sam, and have you whipped," said my father.
"No; I swear God I ean"t lick you, Massa, replied
Billy.

My father got in a rege, and called in Sam, who was a
sort of second negro chief in the house. Same anne.
" Sam, I want you to whip Billy," said my father.
" Eh, Billy. What you do Massa, nova? Take off y our
cc at."

Billy did so at once, and Sam gave him two or tines
good cuts, when Billy says, •' If dat is all you want, I gib
Clem cuts myself•"

"Will you lick me now, Billy ?" said my lather,
"' 0, yes hlassa. I'll lick you. Gib me de whip'—and
Billy took it and gave his master two rather bard cuts.
" Lick me harder, you rascal, or I'll have "..-iam lick you
sgain,' said my father. Thus admonished, Billy part 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 Loy plantation.' And he never did. lie never
afterwards had an overseer ; and if a negro deserved punish-
ment, he gave the very worst that can ever be given in the
South—it was to transfer lAu from ono plantation to an-
other.

We are inclined to think that the publication of
thia book will in no way affect the reputation of the