we see as the result, work which, though plain and homespun, will bear the inspection of those of our benefactors who look chiefly for evidence of industrial habit, and amounting to the quantity of between two thousand and three thousand yards of linen and woollen goods alone. "We believe that few will now be found to dispute the following position,-that the most probable mode of accomplishing the temporal salvation of Ireland, or at least, preventing the almost periodical returns of famine and distress, will be some plan, which will at once promote the emigration of our surplus population from the more central positions of our country, and concurrently therewith develope the immense mines of wealth which lie hidden along her coasts-the too long neglected Fisheries of Ireland. "We feel entitled to ask to have our hands strengthened in doing, according to our opportunity, our portion of this work; we ask this on behalf of a district, where crime and disturbance are so to speak unknown, and which yet has most unfairly suffered in the English mind, by reason of the turbulence that has prevailed in other quarters; but we can most cheerfully testify to the marked quietness of this place during the late exciting scenes elsewhere. "We think the judiciousness of our system is manifested thus we have simply taken advantage of materials which we found to our hand, viz., the people's knowledge of spinning and weaving; this we have brought to bear on the staple resource of the place, its fishery; thus employing the poor women in their own homes, interfering but slightly with their attention to their household and domestic concerns, and by the intimate connection between the manufactures and the fishery, making their handiwork to minister to the very source of their families' permanent subsistence, while relieving themselves from the present pressure of extreme want. warranted in assuming that I was not very exigeant, but such are the ideas of country people regarding those of the town; they seem to hold it an imperative necessity, to keep up for us the perpetual whirl of excitement, as if our natural element being the ceaseless round of social gaiety, we could not live without it. This preposterous notion, in which my sea-coast friend was by no means singular, has always appeared to me to accord precisely with the showman's natural history of an hamphibious hanimal-what cannot live on the land-and what dies in the water." In the country, they use you precisely as if, after you could no longer endure the town, the resources of rural life were totally inadequate to satisfy your tastes and habits. The chances are, that, at the moment when you are most bent upon enjoying the sweets of rural retirement, the excessive kindness of your country friends breaks out in the very form of annoyance from which you are a fugitive. I throw out these remarks, because the honest farmer, under whose roof I had taken shelter, seemed acting under the uncomfortable necessity of taxing all his powers for my especial edification. The good wife was truly in no haste to return from her mission of mercy; and the farmer's task would probably have got irksome enough upon his hands, had I not fortunately perceived his dilemma, and lent my aid to stimulate rather than to check his exertions. To have attempted the latter course, I was aware, would have been fruitless; the former manifestly opened up the most pleasant plan to pursue. My host, therefore, soon fell into the vein of story-telling, having himself for the hero, and his individual exploits for the incidents. He recounted "Many an hair-breadth 'scape By flood and field-" which, all save one, have certainly escaped from my memory. "In conclusion, we would tender to the Society of Friends, and the other kind individuals who have aided us, our warmest thanks, assuring them, that though Irish ingratitude is a bye-word, in one corner at least of the land a population can be found who retain their bene-with the open sea. factors in their grateful memory.' The village, wherein the little farm-house was situated, stood at the distance of only two or three gun-shots from the open firth, and at a few miles from its confluence The broad bosom of the estuary was broken by long lines of ridgy sandbanks, particularly dangerous to the navigation, and marked by magnificent breakers at full tide. The shores from the Ness, or extreme point of the firth, stretched upwards for miles A NIGHT'S SMUGGLING ON THE SANDS OF without a rock. They were bordered by light and sandy BARRIE. In the course of a pedestrian ramble amongst the sandy shores that line the embouchure of one of our principal Scottish estuaries, I approached an old Scotch village. I could here claim some privilege of acquaintance, and purposed passing the night at the house of a small farmer, where I felt assured of meeting a hearty welcome and hospitable entertainment. The good man himself met me in fact at the door, and, with a shout to his helpmate within, "to come and see who was here," hurried me the next moment into their sanded parlour, the only apartment in the house dignified with a deal floor. There I was in due form subjected to the enthusiastic felicitations of the worthy couple. Profusion of refreshments speedily covered the table; to which having done ample justice, a visit to the boundaries of the little farm was finished off in the dusk of the long summer's evening, with an hour of revelry in the gooseberry garden. On our return to the sanded parlour, we found that the good wife had gone to pay an indispensable visit to some sick neighbour. The good man now began to betray no small degree of nervous anxiety, lest he should fall short in the double duty which had thus devolved on him, of both entertaining and amusing a stranger. I am downs, blown into a mimic ocean, with billows composed fibrous roots of the strong bent-grass, that gave the of sand-heaps, in spite of the binding supplied by the surface a delusive aspect of greenness in the season of verdure. The villagers who are more immediately concerned in this narration, were mostly small holders of land, under old and easy leases. Their forefathers, time out of mind, had occupied the same spots of ground throughout succes sive generations. Their traditions went back to the conflicts with the Danish invader, the numerous records of which, on the rude battle-stones that indent the face of the country, a public-spirited country gentleman (Mr. Chalmers, of Auldbar) is at this moment endeavouring, at his private charge, to rescue from oblivion. The name of one of the neighbouring places, for instance Meniefeith, is generally attributed by the peasantry (who, however, are no great philologists) to an expression of a Danish commander, who, riding forward to reconnoitre, and finding the country fully peopled, had reported that there were "men i' feith," or men in abundance the words being very good Scotch; but as for their Danish character, perhaps we shall hear from Hans Christian Andersen, at his next visit. The extended, smooth, and sandy shores of the estuary, and their proximity at this point to the ocean, unhappily, at one period, afforded temptations of no ordinary kind to the smuggling of contraband goods from the Continent. Never did there exist a spot into which the "fair trader," as he styled himself, could pop under the very noses of the revenue cruisers, and "run" his cargo. A preconcerted mark ashore, served to guide the smuggling craft to the line or run where her cargo was to be deposited. It was but laying her high and dry in the moonlight or starlight on the soft bed of the sands, where, however, the returning tide would again set her afloat. The casks or cases being buried in the sands in a line at right angles to the shore-mark, and laid down at measured intervals known to confederates ashore; the next tide, which bore away the misty vessel from the shore, at the same time rippled over the sand with the action of its waves; and no man could tell from aught that appeared, that articles of value were ensconced below. As soon as the coast was clear the goods were removed by those ashore; and again the returning tide did its office. It obliterated all traces of operations on the sand, whose uniformly rippled surface told no tales to the prowling Coast Guard. Night, of course, was the appropriate season for enterprises such as this. We who live under Free Trade and low tariffs can scarcely conjecture the amount of business once transacted in this strange and adventurous manner on the British coasts; or credit the audacity with which the large gains from illicit traffic caused it to be pursued. 66 Whilst the fair trade was in its vigour in our Estuary, it would be incorrect to state that the rentallers of our village, though not directly participating in the "running" of goods, were totally ignorant of what was going on. On the contrary, I am sorry to confess, that while they disdained to mingle with the lawless men by whom 'the trade" was promoted, they were clearly cognizant of almost every "run that was made upon the coast, and too often found means to obtain such articles as silks, teas, and spirits-landed through the sands, and not through the Custom House. This stigma, which brought home to the agriculturists of our old Scotch village in all their hereditary pride, the full reproach attaching to the smuggler, existed not without honourable exceptions. Of these, my friend and entertainer, then newly united to his good wife, represented himself to have been one. Strict notions of propriety in which he had been educated, enabled him stoically to persevere in the resolution to have nothing to do with the "fair trade" or its abettors. There are influences, however, which men find it more difficult to resist than the temptation of gain. Our worthy friend was not long in finding his firmness assailed by one of these, and consequently subjected to a greater trial than he had anticipated. His newly married wife had conceived a desire to share along with others in the luxuries and finery so easily obtained, which she beheld around her. She gave her husband rest neither night nor day until a reluctant promise had been wrung from him that her longings should be gratified. How to do so, even after he had given his unwilling assent, was a serious perplexity to the poor man. With the whole contraband fraternity he had, as 2 matter of course, long been upon indifferent terms. His known repugnance to their pursuits had earned him none of their good will. The marvel only was, that it had never visited on him their suspicions. There had been frequent seizures and misadventures on the coast, manifestly caused by information given to the authorities. The smugglers, however, palpably entertained no animosity towards our hero. They kept aloof from him, as he from the actual adventurers. Our friend was thus placed betwixt the horns of a dilemma; he had, on the one hand, suffered his principles to relax; on the other, he beheld no means of accomplishing his bad intentions. It is said, that such opportunities are seldom long denied to any man by the author of mischief. And so George Pringle found. As one day he sought refuge from Mrs. P.'s sneers and objurgations, on the subject of the coveted goods, in a day's shooting over the sandy banks which abounded in rabbits, and was sitting quietly watching for a shot, according to the manner of that tame and tedious sport, when, and wherever, it might please the unsuspecting conies to steal towards their holes; he beheld, what he considered, about the largest and roughest piece of rabbit fur he had ever seen in life, pop over the brink of the adjoining sand-ridge. He, accordingly, let drive on the instant a storm of small shot about its ears. Hurrying towards the place, what was his dismay, when at the moment of stretching forth his hand to pick up the spoil, a thick, square-built man, in a conical seal-skin cap, and wearing the garb of a foreign sailor, sprang to his legs and confronted the sportsman with the pretty awkward salutation of a cocked pistol at his ear! The click of the implement, as it was rapidly cocked, grated horribly on the ear of George Pringle; at the same moment he was challenged in broken English by the enemy: "Tonnerre de ciel, are you ze coast de guard?" "No! no!" shouted Pringle-perceiving that he had, in the language of the proverb, been thinking of a certain personage, and that, as usual, he had appeared-"No! no! a friend! a friend!" "Sacristi! un fr-r-eynd," replied the ferociouslooking Frenchman, restoring the pistol at once to his belt. "Un fr-r-eynd! You take som run goots, mon fr-reynd. Vat for you fire à Jacques Nantz, if you no ze coast de guard ?" Run goods! Was there ever such luck. The farmer hastened to assure Jacques Nantz that the coast guard seldom employed small shot on game such as him. "Ma foi," he continued, with a shrug of his shoulders, "I know you no ze coast de guard! Ha! ha! I shoot you-dead-if I think you one moment ze coast de guard!" and he accompanied the words with the action of half drawing his pistol—a proceeding for which Pringle offered the most emphatic assurances that there was no necessity. Sappermint!" cried Jacques, "then joomp down into mine hole here in ze sand; and we sal talk a leetle." Jacques now presented a more agreeable pocket pistol of brandy at the head of the farmer. The discussion of this, and I believe another flask which Jacques had with him, occupied the entire afternoon. Evening set in, yet Jacques would by no means suffer his guest to depart. The latter discovered himself, in short, to have been literally made prisoner. Their talk, as may be supposed, did not limit itself to the "leetle" modestly suggested by Jacques. Negociations were, amongst other things, opened betwixt the parties so unexpectedly thrown together, for certain articles of contraband traffic. And the farmer, by and by, began to perceive that his detention over night resolved itself into a matter of certainty. Although possessed of misgivings as to the state in which he might find the good wife in the morning after such an aberration on his part; the farmer endeavoured to console himself with the reflection that, in all probability, he should at length bear home with him wherewithal to gratify the wishes of Mrs. Pringle. Making a virtue of necessity, he sat. at length, in stillness and As his wife's importunities waxed warmer and loader, restraint beside his ungainly associate, whose ears, like George Pringle (that was his name) in vain cast about for his pistols, seemed always on full cock. Jacques Nantz was a chance of appeasing her. Amongst such of his neigh-intently on the qui vive; and an irksome injunction to be bours as he knew, or suspected, to benefit occasionally by silent and motionless was shortly imposed upon the the illicit trade, his chance was even worse than amongst farmer. The latter soon learned enough to comprehend them. that Jacques, who had landed the previous night at the Ness, from a lugger in the offing, was waiting to give the signal for running a cargo. Indeed, with sundry allusions, which rather surprised him, to the farmer's occupation, Jacques gave him distinctly to understand how essentially his professional services would assist the operation. "Ha! ha!" chuckled Jacques, in an under tone, "tousand pity you no ze coast de guard! Scere! if I not first shoot you through ze téte, how I make you travailler!" "Travel!" asked the farmer; "have we far to go?" "Non, non-not go-travailler-to vork-ver hard. Ha ha! now I make you vork, you coast de guard!" and he actually shouted the words with apparent exasperation, as he sprang at the farmer's throat like a mastiff. Relaxing his gripe instantaneously, on recollecting himself, as well as the better part of the two capacicus flasks of brandy would permit, he added, with a slight indication of shame at his impetuosity, and with rather more of native politeness than, to look at him, he could have got credit for, Pardon! mon fr-r-eynd! Pourquoi ? take you un moment for ze coast de guard." I It was well that in that moment Jacques Nantz had not blown out his "fr-r-eynd's" brains. Jacques Nantz shortly crept up with caution on the sand-ridge, whence he could command a view of the water. Watching there patiently for fully an hour, he seemed to detect some signal for which he lay in wait, though of what nature the farmer in his couch below remained ignorant. Whatever it might have been, Jacques by no means indicated satisfaction at the result. his "hole," as he had called it, still muttering ominous He slunk back into anathemas against "ze coast de guard"-the grand bugbear of the smuggler's existence. 325 same moment a distant musket shot from the shore. Putting his startled ear to the sand-level, fear having rendered the sense of hearing painfully acute, George Pringle, with the utmost astonishment and dismay, found himself able to detect, with palpable distinctness, the quick dull tread of the returning coast guard. accoutrements was but the work of a moment. Just To gain possession of his keg, his case, and sporting then the moon burst through a chink of cloud. The farmer rushed across her wake and plunged into the sand-hollow where he had consorted with Jacques. the same moment imagined that he heard a shout set To add to his concern, the involuntary smuggler at up from the very direction in which the coast guard were advancing. His first impulse was to bury or cast away the contraband articles which he carried, and even his gun. this could only lead to detection by giving assurance But a little reflection convinced him that whilst of an attempt at smuggling, and thereby causing a stricter search in the vicinity; his best chance of eluding the vigilance of the Revenue, and getting safely home to his good wife, was to gain the high grounds, which, as formerly stated, skirted the sands inland. With this view, George Pringle dodged along the sand satisfaction of hearing the sound from the sea-shore die hillocks towards the rising ground. Ere long he had the completely away. Joyously he threaded his way along the side of the acclivity when reached, puzzling out his career as best he might through the maze of small enclosures which rural industry had formed along the fertile steep. He was just in the act of approaching the village itself, in advance of the first gable of the houses-a man standwhen the apparition of a man presented itself immediately ing stock still, watching his motions! Sure enough the farmer shortly recognised, without sank within him, when hope had placed only at arms' Had he then been tracked? The heart of the farmer difficulty, the tread of the coast guard, passing in dull and length all he had coveted of illicit goods! That the figure muffled cadence along the compact sands of the neigh-watched, and meant to encounter him, he could hardly bouring shore. He even challenged some one briefly, but instantly marched on. Jacques Nantz suffered nearly another hour to elapse ere he again bestirred himself. The night was meant for moonlight; but large masses of dark cloud, with here and there a rent that afforded a momentary brilliancy to the scene, raked the heavens, and obscured the luminary of night. Jacques Nantz busied himself in striking a light. Producing a small dark-lanthorn, he lighted and closed it; crept once more to the verge of the sand-cliff; and suddenly threw the rays from the lanthorn far over the surface of the sea. doubt. It moved as he moved; it halted if he stood latter than the former course. still. And to tell the truth, he was more inclined to the been folly, unless indeed he intended to follow the amiable counsel of Monsieur Jacques Nantz, and shoot To advance would have the supposed coast guard through the head. Luckily for George Pringle, he was not exactly in a condition to comply with this particular request, having so far disregarded Jacques' injunctions as to leave his piece unloaded. Terror, too, benumbed the whole faculties of the man. Apparently satisfied with the effect of this signal, he knew him well enough to confront him here. He who all his He stood confounded and abased before the individual who now took the farmer hurriedly towards the shore. The life had stood aloof from the malpractice of smuggling, splash of oars was speedily discernible. Men were ere to stand now detected in the act! It was too much! long seen advancing straight onwards with kegs and other He well nigh swooned at the thought. The perspiration wooden cases, which they were silently engaged in deposit-broke out in cold and copious streams upon his brow, ing at intervals in the sand. The farmer, as required, joined in the work, which his assistance expedited wonderfully. He at length noticed a small keg, as well as a small but strong box or case, alone remaining uninterred. "You load your mousqueton, your fusil, mon fr-r-eynd," observed Jacques Nantz, with unusual kindness in his tone. "You take zese for your louage-your hire; and if you meet vit ze coast de guard, you shoot him dead, mon fr-r-eynd. Adieu!" “Allons, capitaine !" shouted the smugglers, from the lugger. The farmer was left alone upon the sands; and-was it a dream?-alone with a keg of brandy and a case of silks--a tolerably generous return for having helped to throw up a few shovelfuls of sand? But what had he done? He had become accomplice to the contrabandist! He was, in fact, a smuggler himself! Of short duration was his exultation over his prize, He heard the splash of the receding oars, and at the head. His agony in that hour was in itself a punish- made a motion. From whatever motive, his opponent seemed as averse And sure enough when day-light and composure gave courage sufficient to draw nearer, he discovered that he had spent the long and weary hours preceding cock-crow in terror of a THORN BUSH, belonging to the dilapidated hedge of Jemmy List, the village shoemaker. The mistake was altogether so ludicrous that the farmer could not resist relieving himself of his burthen of trepidation by the hazardous indulgence in a good loud laugh. He had better have taken another opportunity to celebrate his own stupidity; for that laugh drew forth the "wakeful man of wax," the aforesaid Jemmy List, then bestirring himself for his daily labours, which he usually ornamented with vocal efforts both as gay and as early as those of the lark. Jemmy List maintained for many a day, that, with his own eyes, he had beheld the paragon of all that was proper and lawful in village morality, armed with fire-arms, pass him at four in the morning with a quantity of RUN GOODS. Nor can it be denied that the village gossips waxed very significant on the origin and quality of our good wife's next silk gown. The honest farmer himself ever after protested to his particular friends, and now again to me, that he had been a smuggler for that night only; nay, more, that never whilst he breathed should he go out alone rabbit shooting in the links, or touch a contraband keg of brandy or case of silks, were the sea to give up the articles at his feet. How he became reconciled to the good wife on regaining that morning the shelter of his own roof, history sayeth not; but indications were not wanting in the parish kirk of a Sunday that a fine silk gown had something to do with the matter. And such is the strange way in which ideas are associated in the human mind, that somehow George Pringle never saw a rabbit but be thought of a smuggler, nor a thorn hedge but he thought of the coast guard! W. W. FYFE. THE THREE CLASSES. THE people of England may be classified in three distinct masses. In Spain, in Italy, in Germany, in France, in England, nay, in Austria, and even in Russia itself, there are in every class thinking brains, noble hearts, devoted souls, sympathizing with those who are now struggling to repel a military and barbarian despotism, and to achieve a larger amount and a nobler kind of liberty than any country has yet seen. This minority is destined to victory. It will extend its numbers and its power; ignorance, strife, and selfishness are by it to be banished from God's earth. Truth is mighty and shall prevail; falsities of tyranny and suffering must pass away. Let not then those noble hearts that by turns beat high with hope, or are agitated with fiercest indignation, as the strife in Europe seems to favour or foil the liberal cause; let not such hearts fever themselves any longer, but look on with the calmness of certainty. These are days when it is necessary to take large views as well as spiritual views, and to pursue with keen philosophic eye great spaces of time, and vast regions of the globe; and from the history of the past, to derive that unmoved faith and peace which, without such knowledge, we could not have. PERILS OF THE LEARNED. LITERATURE has often been called a thorny path-a path strewed thick with flints and briars; whether truly so or not we will not say. Perhaps the dangers of literature, upon the whole, have been exaggerated, for a large proportion of the perils incurred by literary men originate in themselves. But in all ages men of learning have been beset with troubles and calamities, their pursuits scandalized, their doctrines misunderstood, and themselves persecuted for discoveries which their contemporaries had not the sense to receive or understand. In all ages, too, there have been among the powerful, those who possessed narrow and grovelling spirits, who thought nothing of the First, there are the toiling millions, subdivided down to that unhappy portion of the grade to whom is not vouch-high resolves of the thoughtful and aspiring mind of safed the privilege to toil, or who pass their days in work, the remuneration of which barely feeds their bodies, or in begging for work, and receiving instead, poorhouse or private charity. Neither of these portions of one class, (the lower) have a thought to spare from the labour that buys their daily bread, they are ignorant of what has happened in by gone ages, of what is happening in distant parts of the world, nay, of the tendency of events passing in their native land, and even of the events themselves. Would you behold the second and higher section of English society? Go into Hyde Park, when the summer days are slowly sinking towards the twilight. There you will see men and women, decked out in all possible magnificence of costume, lolling in the enervating arms of luxury, ignorant of the meaning of poverty, and too often selfish and thoughtless to a demoralized degree; this class cares little for the nation's weal or woe, so that their rights and privileges are undisputed. There is a third section of this nation, the lovers of freedom and progress; and happily e similar section exists in every country, and forms a larger or greater minority. Some of these are to be found in every class; they are the gems of every class, or to use a better term, they are the salt of every class, and save the whole body of the nation from corruption. This minority it is to which the world is indebted for its progress; in them abides the spirit which is to subdue the earth and its evils, and to replenish it with all happi ness. genius, whose souls never rose above their sense, but clung so much to earth, that they found no pleasure in the exalted pursuits of the learned. These are they who have ever proved the enemies of literature, and who have strewed the path of genius with perils and difficulties, by arousing the prejudices of men against them, and laying false accusations to their charge. What have not the philosophers of old gone through for the sake of truth? Pythagoras was driven from Athens; and Socrates, for demonstrating the unity of God, was compelled to drink the rankest poison. We have all from our youth sighed over the hard fate of Galileo. Formerly, it was a common circumstance when a new discovery was made, the consequences of which were deemed prejudicial to preconceived opinions, to charge its author with employing supernatural agencies; when a great cure was performed, with practising sorcery; or when a new doctrine was developed, to subdue it with the iron rod of persecution. Many of the bright names that shine in the annals of our literary history had to battle in. their day against all this. Girald, Archbishop of York in the eleventh century, (a man of respectable learning for the early time in which he lived, though, perhaps, we should not think much of his erudition now,) was accused of magic,-"a lecherous man, a wytche, and euyl doer," were the epithets applied to him by Trevisa, in his "Polychronicon,"-because, under the pillow on which he died was found a volume of "curyous craftes," by Julius Firmicus. Roger Bacon, too, the most enlightened scholar of the thirteenth century, was FLIZA COOK'S JOURNAL. accused of magic; for in no other way could the ignorance and dishonour which the fury of our enemies may think Many of the popes have been sad persecutors of learning; and those who have been distinguished for their own talent, have, in their turn, received annoyance and contumely. Gerbert, or Silvester II., was accused of magic, on account of his great knowledge, and because he had studied the Arabian philosophy. Many evil reports were spread during the dark ages respecting him; some said that he had entered into a league with the devil, and that, to gain the Papal chair, he had bartered away his soul. Aymeric de Peyrat, Abbot of Moissac, tells us with amusing gravity, that every time a pope was on the point of death, the bones of Gerbert were heard to rattle with much noise in his tomb. Innocent the Sixth pretended to regard Petrarch as a magician, but there was more of spite and rage than folly or superstition in the accusation, for the poet had lashed him with a rod of satire, and offended his holiness with an eclogue full of the bitterest reproach. Petrarch is an example of the troubles and anxieties of a literary life. In the zenith of his honour and glory he was not happy; the laurel that adorned his brow was not worn without pain. He complains sadly, in one of his letters, of the envy and malice But many of the troubles of which it had been the cause. of Petrarch were imaginary, or sprang from the perversity of his own heart; for with all his virtue and benevolence, the poet was not free from the infirmities of our nature. His irritable temper was wont to vent itself in declama-insanity and madness in their train. Pome mentions the tions too fierce for the spirit of a Christian poet; and his vanity, which was great and sensitive, caused him to flatter too readily, that he might obtain flattery in return. With all the perils of his literary life, resulting from jealousy and envy, and which he has not omitted to tell us of, he was not deprived of a full measure of worldly honors; all that kings and popes had it in their power to Yet bestow, were lavished upon him with liberal hands. he wandered about with a discontented heart, lamenting his sad and desolate lot "By land and sea, to lasting woes a prey." the sweets of the closet are not unmixed with bitterness if we neglect to indulge in their gratification with great moderation and care; the constant exertion of the mind and the inactivity of the body at the same time, give birth to disease and bodily suffering of the most acute nature. The connection between the mind and body is truly wonderful; we cannot injure the one without impairing the strength and vigour of the other. Intense application to study has often produced the most melancholy results. The nerves become debilitated, and are susceptible of being disordered by the most trifling cause; the stomach loses its proper functions, and refuses to digest the aliment with which it is supplied; its inactivity breeds fresh disease, which reacts upon the delicate organs of the mind, generating the most cruel tortures, and bringing case of a man of learning who had so weakened his |