The Warwickshire Herald. — 1894-07-12 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

CARNOT'S DEATH.  THE SURGEON'S ACCOUNT OF THE WOUND.  An authentic diagnosis of the wound which caused M. Carnot's death, and of the operation per. formed, has appeared in a medcial journal over the signature of Dr. Poncet, Professor of Clinical Surgery in Lyons. The article is a veritable historical document, and contains facts hitherto  unpublished. According to Dr. Poncet, Caserio struck with such violence that the whole of the dagger blade penetrated M. Carnot's body, and the sound of the murderer's hand as it knocked against the President was heard. M. Camot's face at first shewed an expression of disgust and repulsion, and those round him thought that something had been thrown at him. Suddenly he cried out, "I am wounded!" His head fell back and he lost con. sciousness. During the 10 minutes which it took to reach the Prefecture the face became bloodless, the beating of the pulse was hardly felt, and the hands were cold. The President, in fact, looked like a corpse, and in order to find out if he were conscious his flesh was pinched and his face was stroked. His shirt being raised the wound was seen—a small open hole at the level of the liver under the ribs— and from it flowed black blood which was staunched by a pocket-handkerchief. It was impossible to ascertain if the President was breathing owing to the cries of the people, the galloping of the escort, and the clinking of the steel scabbards of the Cuirassiers. When the dying man was put to bed in the Prefecture, Dr. Poncet, having washed his hands with sublimate, put a finger in the wound. After having proved the depth, he enlarged the hole from top to bottom and saw the vein opened. There was internal hemorrhage, and the peritoneum was inundated with blood. The enlargement of the wound also permitted compression and stoppage of bleeding. The pain caused by the lancet aroused M. Carnet from his lethargy, and he cried out several times, in a clear and almost strong voice, that the doctor was hurting him. The President also spoke of an internal malady from which he was suffering since last year. e plug of iodised gauze was put in the wound, which was covered over with several antiseptic bandages, and the compression was maintained so as to stop the bleeding. Until midnight M. Carnot replied clearly to the questions put to tam by Dr. Poncet and the other surgeon.s. Vitality was kept up by spoonfuls of iced champagne and subcutaneous injections of ether. Just on the stroke of midnight M. Carnet began to feel terrible pain in the loins and stomach. Morphine was injected, and the patient was able to ask for Colonel Chamom, to whom he said he NM much touched by the presence of all his friends, and that he thanked them all. Having thus spoken the President again lost consciousness; hemorrhage set in, and after a few convulsive throbs he expired. Dr. Poncet emphatically denies that the President had been obliged to suffer needlessly owing to the operation, and maintains that the incision and the compression prolonged M. Camot's life for three hours.  A telegram from Toulouse states that a young law student named Louie Francois Terrail, ha e blown out his brains in his bedroom, after having written a letter in which he says: "I have killed myself because I have found life too stupid." Visitors to the Queen's Club Grounds, Kensington, on the 16th inst., when Yale will compete with Oxford for athletic honours, will doubtless be treated to one of the most famed of American college cheers, or "yells." That of Yale is "Rah, Rah, Rah! Rah, Rah, Rah! Rah, Rah, Rah! Yale!" The difference between the cheers of Harvard and Yale lies in the length of time it takes to give them. Harvard's cheer, which of course ends with the Word "Harvard!" is long and deep; Yale's quick end sharp. A young man, Known to ne passionately addicted to angling, entered the private office of his chief, and said: "My sister is going to be married, sir, :md I should like to—" "Just so. Well, I don't eee any objection to your sister's marriage now and then, only you might bring me a fish, you lmow." "My hands are awfully cold," said the pretty girl, suggestiraly, as they drove home from the dance." Why iFlidn't you Taring a muff with you P" asked the practical young man, prosaically. "I did!" she snapped, but she wouldn't explain where the muff had gone to, and he has been wondering ever •inee Wet what she meant.