National Republican., 1888-02-18

and sawn through quiverlng nesh and
crunching bone, roughly, hastily, anu
wholly without any an1sthetic, save per.
haps a glass Of water or a few swallows OF
brandy. Terrible as such sufferings must
have been, 1t fades into insignificance be-
fore the horrible and unique terror, despair,
suifocatlon, and exhaustion OF the. poor
victim who finds himself alive, yet hope.
lesely nailed into strong collin and buried,
apparently 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,
straDgling to death-beiDg sultocated Tor
want OF air. Such, however, was the SAD
fate Of Jules Pierre Lemoyne, OF New
Orleans. Taken suddenly Ill In the street
with supposed symptoms OF Asiatic cholera,
before police or medical aid could be made
effective, he had sunk into collapse, uncon-
scious, and after q short time ceased TO
breathe.
Pronounced dead by physician, he was
hurried away for burial, forced into COM
mon pine coffin and eptombed In the dark
and loathsome vault In the cemetery. Every
owing to supposed nature of his dread
disease. Buried at . o'clock, the supposed
dead man came 10 life little before mid.
night, to find himt ell cofllued aud entombed.
lie could hear nothing but his own hoarse,
half stifed breathing, the trip hammer
beating of bis heart, the flap flap OF the
wings OF bats and owls fiuttering about the
| dark and noisome vault. Then slowly the
| booming OF the bell In the church near by
announcing the hour Of midnight, solemn
| and ghastly at any time, but frightfully so
| when the sound pierces to the hearers ear
| through the wood Of coffin.
Frsntically 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 iDto one mighty effort,
aud with sound of crushing timber ne
found himself free, but rolling on the stone
floor OF the vault, pile Of moldy coilin'
alb. ut him. 3,
Almost insane with fear he half ran, hall
stumbled to the huge iron doors OF TN
vault, and tearing at them madly with his
bleeding and lacerated hands screamed fol
help, shaking them until every loathsom'
reptile and noisome owl and bat flew iercel,
about his head In anger and fright.
Suddenly the doors were opened ny ths
cemetery keeper, inSo whose arms he rel
senseless. lie had been summoned to tn
vault by passer-by who had heard tn
noise and shrieks. Carried TO the keeper
ledge physician was summoned and wheI
the poor victim had been restored to con
sciousness It was found that he had no
been victim TO cholera at all, but had sunl
down into trance like fit Of unconscious
ness due to extreme bloodlessness and eS
haustion OF the brain due to overwork an
.. studying long past midnight for man
months. The physician, who was an oil
and celebrated practitioner, DR.. Frederic
. Johnston, at once recognized the trouol
= and said to the young man, "There Is or
: : one remedy, but one hope for you. fe
/ bottles Of DR.. Buckland's Scotch Oats f
4 sence will soon remove your brain an
: nerve trouble, and, with perfect rest fro
study and perfect quiet, will restore you
! health and vigor again."
Following the DOCTORS advice he went
a small house on Bayou La Mere, AZ
after months use OF Scotch Oats
t sence found himself fully restored to bra
yigor, nerve tone and, In short, perfe
health. But he will never forget his brl
I. but vivid experience as a dead man.
!, Although q sad and terrible experienc
d this is not an unusual case, so far, at lea,
e as the marvellous action Of Scotch Oats
It sspce on the Brain and Nerve is concerne
), 1t has saved thousands OF lives; has cur
n thousands of cases of Neuralgia, Paralys
II Persistent Headache, Giddiness, Neryo
1 Dyspepsia, Sleeplessness, Nervous Debit
b Exhaustion and the like
n 1t is Natures own Nerve Tonic and Bra
Food.