Year: 1861

An afflicted lady, according to her own ac-
count, had year before, during the perform
ance of her toilet, accidentally taken into her
throat one of the bristles of her tooth brush.
This bristle had stuck in the top of the gull
let, and set up an irritation, which she was
convinced was killing her. She had been
from one surgeon of emineDce to another, and
everywhere in London aud in the contry the
faculty had assured her that she was only the
victim of nervous delusion-that her throat
was in a perfectly healthy condtion-that the
disturbance existed only in her own imagina-
ton. =" And so they 60 on, the stupid, obstl.
nate perverse creatures" concluded the poor
lady, saying there is nothing the matter with
me, while | NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. !"-
Allow me, my dear lady" said the adroit
surgeon in reply, " to inspect for myself, care
fully, the state of your throat" The inspec-
tion was made grayey and at much length.
my dear Miss -" resumed the surgeon,
when he had concluded his examination, you
are quite right, and Sir Benjamin Brode and
Sir James Clark are wrong. | can see the
head of the bristle low down, almost out of
sight and if you'll let me run home for my n-
struments, I'll forthwith extract it for you"


The adroit man retired, and in few min
utes re-entered the room, armed with a deli
cate pair of forcepS, into the teeth of which
he had inserted a bristle taken from an ordi.
nary tooth brush The rest can be imagined
The lady threw back her head the forceps
were introduced into her mouth a prick-a
loud scream aud twas all over ! and the
surgeon, with a smiling face, was holding up
to the light and inspecting with lively curiosity,
the extracted bristle.


The patient was in raptures at a result
which proved that she was right, and Sir
Benjamin Brodie wrong She Immediately
recovered her health and spirits and went
about everywhere sounding the praises of cher
SAVIOR as she persisted in calling the dexter
Gus operator. So enthusiastic was her graft
tude she offered him her hand in marriage
and her noble fortune. The fact that the
young surgeon was already married, was an
inseperable obstacle to this arrangement But
other proofs of gratitude she lavishly shower
ed on him. She compelled him to accept a
carriage and horses, a service of plate aud
new house.


Unfortunately, the lucky fellow could not
keep his own good counsel Like foolish
Samson with DeliIIah, he impaired the secret
of his cunning to the wife of his bosom she
confded it to Louise Clarissa, her social friend
who had been her bridesmaid Louise Clarissa
told it under VOWS of inVoable secrecy to six
other particular friends; and the six other
particular frends-base and unworthy girls
told it to the world. Ere long the story came
round to the lady herself. Then what storm
arose She was in transport of fury ! 1t
was of no avail for the surgeon to remind her
that he had uuquestionably raised her from a
pitable condition to health and happiness
That mattered not. He had trcked, fooled,
bamboozled her ! She would not forgive him,
she would pursue him with undying vengeance,
she would ruin him ! The writer is happy to
know that the sargeon here spoken of, whose
prosperous career has been adorned by mach
genuine benevolence, though unforgiven, was
not ruined.