The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-04-15

thought of the terrible agony undergone I'm.
tiinchingly by such as were forced to be cut and
Sawn through quivering flesh and crunching
bone, roughly, hastily, and wholly without any
an@sthetic save perhaps a glass Of water or a
few swallows of brandy. Terrible as such suf-
fering must have been, it fades into insignih-
canoe before the horrible and unique terror, de-
Spalr, Sutfocation and exhaustion of the poor
victim who finds himself alive, yet hopelessly
nailed into strong coffin and buried, appar-
emily beyond all hope of rescue or relief. Alone
in the terrible darkness alive with monstrouS
shapes and foul shadows; weak, helpless. and
with the terrible knowledge that he is moment
by moment strangling To death'-being suffo-
Gated for want of air. Such, however, was the
sad fate of Jules Pierre Lemoyne, of New Or
leans. Taken suddenly i'll in the street with
supposed symptoms of Asatic cholera, he sank
unconscious upon the ground, and before police
or medical aid could be made effective, he had
sunk into collapse, unconscious, and after a
short time ceased to breathe
Pronounced dead by physician, he was hur-
red away for burial, forced into common pine
coffin and entombed in the dark aud loathSome
made with indecent haste owing to the supposed
nature of his dread disease. Buried at O'clock,
the supposed dead man came TO life a little be
fore midnight. to find himself coffned and
entombed. He could hear nothing but bis own
hoarse half-stitied breathing, the trip hammer
beating of his heart. the flap, flap of the wings
noisome vault. Then slowly the booming of
the bell in the church near by announcing the
hour Of midnight solemn and CHASTITY at any
time, but frightfully so when the sound perces
to the nearer s ear through the wood of a coffin.
Frantcally he twisted, turned and braced his
knees against the lid, trying to force the boards
| asunder. But all to no avail until at last with
one supreme effort, he threw his whole strength
into one mighty effort, and with sound Of crush
ing timber found himself free but rolling on the
stone floor of the vault pile of moldy collins
about him.
Almost insane with fear he half ran, half
SfImhlRd n the hnpa iron dOOIsS of the VOtIlt
and tearing ut them madly with his bleeding
aud lacerated hands, screamed for help, shak-
ing them until every loathsome reptile and
noiSome owl and bat few fiercely about his head
in anger and fright
Suddenly the doors were opened by the ceme-
terry keeper, into whose arms he fell SenseleSS.
He had been summoned to the vault by a
paSSerby, who had heard the noise and ShTleks.
Carried to the keepers lodge physician was
summoned, and when the poor victim had been
restored to consciousness it was found that he had
not been victim of cholera at all, but had
sunk down into trance-like fit of unconscious
ness due to extreme bloodlessness and exhaus.
ton of the brain due to overwork and studying
long past midnight for many months. The
physician, who was an old and celebrated prac
ttioner, Dr. Frederick Johnston, at once recog-
nized the trouble and said to the young man:
There is but one remedy, but one hope for you.
few bottles of DR. Bucklands Scotch Oats
Essence will soon remove your brain and nerve
trouble, and with perfect rest from study and
perfect quiet will restore you to health and
vigor again"
Following the doctors advsce he went to a
small house on Bayou La Mere, and after q
months use of Scotch Oats Essence found him
| fully restored to brain-vigor, nerve tone, and,
in short, perfect health. But he will never for
get his brief but vivid experience as a dead
man.
Although n sad and terrible experience, this
is not unusual case, so far, at least, as the
| marvellous action of Scotch Oats Essence on the
Brain and Nerves is concerned. 1t has saved
thousands of lives; has cured thousands of
cases of Neuralgia, Paralysis, Persistent Head
ache, Giddiness, Nervous Dyspepsia, Sleepless
It is Natures own Nerve Tonic and Brain
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