Star.
London, England, 1830-10-16 00:00:00

HYDROPHOBIA

A most awful instance of this complaint occurred in this town during
the past week, as noticed in our last. The subject of this horrible di,.
ease was a man of the name of Jacob Wilkinson, seventy-two year,
of age, living in Golden Ball Yard, who had been severely bitten of;
the right hand, in February last, by his own dog. The parts sue
excised and freely cauterized, the wounds healed, and nothing further
happened until Wednesday, when be began to experience slight pain in
the cicatrices, extending up the arm, side, and fare, which continued
increasing, with spasms about the threat, great difficulty of swirl.
lowing, with convulsive heaving, when attempting to drink, quick
and laborious respiration, and other premonitory symptoms, till the
neat day, when all his sufferings became more urgent. He applied to
the Dispensary for medical aid. When seen the hydrophobic symptoms
were fully developed. He was bled to fainting, and other powerful
remedies used, with immediate but temporary relief. The next morn-
ing he was in a most pitiable condition: a peculiar and most hurried
manner of expression, with fearful agitation, convulsive paroxysm s,much
increased In severity and duration, being produced by the air blowing
upon him, attempting to drink, or even to speak. He rallied very much
during the day, and in the afternoon was picking a little chicken, but
unable to swallow, was quite collected, and rationally answered any
question that might be required. He relapsed about ten o'clock at
night, was more resolute and unmanageable, offering to strike and snap
at the gentleman who was administering his medicines. Convulsion,
more violent, longer, and almost constant, with great secretion of viscid
saliva pouring from his mouth, total inability to swallow, evincing the
greatest horror for liquids. He continued in this terrible condition till
about nine o'clock, when the vital powers rapidly sank, and he died a
little after ten in the morning (Saturday,) without a moan or a struggle.
A long and most minute examination of the body was made twenty-
five hours after death by Messrs. Smith. Harrison, Owen, and Bateson,
surgeons; but the dissection threw no light whatever on this truly ap-
palling and uncontrollable malady.—Lancaster Gazette.

SCINTILLiE.
FRAGMENT OF A ISU DISCOURSE.
Be FATHER MURPHY.

Don't be making such a noise over there, shutting and opening
that door, while I'm preaching. It's hard for the word of Goo to
be spread amongst ye when its chewing tobacco and spoiling your mouths
ye are, instead of listening to me.—Shut your teeth, Jeminy Finn, or
the Flies will get down your throat, and bother your stomach entirely.
—Now, can any of ye tell me what's the reason that, when you've no.
thing to at,—which, GOD help ye, is no fault of your own,—you
don't die for want of nourishment P—There's a puzzler for you, Jem
Neal, big as you are ! Now just turn that problem in your heads
while I see whether the water is drying out of my new cost;—sure
enough It's the only one I have.
[A pause of wonder in the chapel, while the priest descends from the
alter to see after his coat. It is evident, from the confusion visible in
the fans of the audience, that the problem is a poser. The priest
returns,l
Well, there's never a one among ye can find out the reason of the life
that's in ye, in spite of the starvation. Sure, that's the use of the
priest, to show you what you can't sec yourselves. Did you ever hear
of the moving bog ? It walked over Cavan and Armagh, dripping
rain all the waand sorrow a clod of turf on it but belonged to the
Orangemen. The cause of that is as plain as the blossoms on Psi
Duggan ugly nose. You never knew of a min ing bog of real Ca-
tholic turf. No such thing. And that's the reason why the starvatior
doesn't kill ye. But just try your hands upon the Bible—turn ovr
to the Methodists,—and then see how a mouthful of cold wind will do
you far your breakfasts. Once you think of fasting and turning
ts, you're done forts neat and clean as if Ould Nick was drilling
you through and through with a red-hot poker. Doesn'ot that expound to
gleythe NOM of the eating and gormandizing of the Bruns, Ickers
t eat and drink heady, ti see, because they know well
enough, the 'Taiwanwon't acknowledge it, that the
true faith isn't in them, and that if t ey didn't feed like crammed fowl
six times a day, and double as much on a Sunday, they'd pine away
into the clay under their feet. But that tsn't the way with the true
church. the faith keeps you up. Didn't the Santini of the world
starve himself forty days and nights to show you the way to glory ? and
sure there's many a one of you didn't pass bite or sup for months upon
months together, and the never a worse are you for it in the end.—
There's nothing can kill a Catholic but his own bad works.
—The soul of me doesn't know but you'd all live for ever,
only for something or other that happens to be just as you're nearly
perfect, and whips you off with a fiat in your car. Och ! then,
iE you could only mend yourselves, what a beautiful race of blackguard.
ye d be; that would want neither the meat nor the buttermilk, and
that'd be as ould as the hills every morning ye'd see the grass growing.
There ye'd all be on the day of judgment as hearty as a hive of bee..
with y gre
our y hair twisted down into breeches and top-boots to cover
your dirty Shame upon ye, that won't be Methuselah. every
one, when you know you could live if you liked until there wouldn't be
a living soul in the world but Alderman Bradley King, cocked up on
the back of an ass to direct you on the road to Purgatory. Think o'
that, and pay your dues, and there's no fear o' you.
Yon remember, the other day, that the Biblemot challenged us to
come to the fore in regard to the Scriptures. They wanted, you see, to
prove as clear as mud that the notes were written with the wrong end o:
a pea, and that they had as much right to the Old and New Testament,
as we that had them from the beginning, and that only lent them out
o'charity to the protestants, just as Molly Kierman would lend he
pitcher to Kitty Nowlen, expecting she'd return it when she had done
with it. But the protestant; made a bad use of the loan, and go.
other Scriptures made from the pattern; just as you wont:
get false ]eys made to pick a look; so POW they trum7
up their spurious books to us, that have the real books o'
our own, and that never had any other. It is no wonder we are care-
ful of them, for we were treated so badly when we lent them in purr
friendship, that it would be no sin in us to burn 'em altogether, for fe3-
we'd make such born tools of' ourselves again. You know I didn't
go to the meeting, boys; and may be you thought it mighty ode
that 1 staid at home, and let Father Audy go in my place. Be:
I'll soon shew you the weaning o' that ; although one priest r.t A
time is enough for a regiment of saints, and Father Audy is no biu!
fist at a controversy. Indeed, Father Audy, you needn't look dos!,
at your shoes, as if your shoes wanted tying; for its a vicar yi-
ought to be, and I a bishop, if every body had his rights.— Whittaler.
MonlMy _gag.

A most impudent robbery was committed some short titre
back at Mr. Longhorn's, the White Bear, Bride-lane, Blackfriars.
fellow cane in late in tl.e evening, and, having engaged a bed, went into
the colfee.room, where he sat drinking till about twelve o'clock. when.
at his request, he was shown to his bed. The following morning, to
coming down stairs, the waiter was surprised at finding the lock of the
street door lying in the ravage, and the door merely closed to. It ap-
peared on investigation, that the fellow who engaged the lard had. 0^
going up stair*, passed into an unoccupied bed-room adjoining his own.
from the bed of which he stole a sheet, doubling the remaining one se 5,1
to give it the appearance of two, and, having served his own bed in the
same way, sat up watching till he found all was quiet, when he time
down stairs, and, the street door being double locked, and the key in
custody of the landlord, he bad recourse to taking out the screws, by
which the lock was fastened on to the door. Previously, however, in
quitting the house, he took the liberty of removing a valuable timepiece,
which was fixed over the mantel in the corer-room, with which and the
!Ater property he got clear off. and has not been heard of since.

BIRTHS.
The 15th inst. at Audley.erld, Lady Braybrooke, of a son.—The 15th
inst Mrs. R. Lake, of Kapple-sweet, of a daughter—The 15:h inst. in
Bedford-plaet, the Lady of F. F. Rougemont, EN. of a son—The 15th
inst. Mrs. Boustleld, of Chatham-place, of a son.