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tell you how agonising the sensation is ; but what I do 

 tell you is, Rush immediately, open mouthed, at the 

 writhing sufferer, and hold its arm high up in the air. 

 The pain will cease at once ; for the blood is arrested 

 in its flow by the artery being compressed against the 

 bone (it runs under an arch), near the shoulder. Have 

 hot water brought at once, into which dip the wounded 

 hand : an(J keep the temperature as high as they can 

 bear. 



July, 1867. 



" That 'ere be the Gloiy der Die-John," remarked 

 Mr. Melon, the gardener, as he saw me arrest my step 

 before a fine rose in the greenhouse ; and, as he spoke, 

 he proceeded to pinch the unhappy florets of a young 

 mium. 

 Why, whatever do you do that for ? " 



" Oh, them be the beggar, the green fly ! " 



" Well, what do you do to get rid of them ? " 



" Oh, smoke 'em, sir — smoke 'em, when there's nought 

 else to do." 



" Well, you'd better be quick about it." 



"Oh, I'll do it to-night. I thought to do it last 

 night ; but there was that 'ere batch of taters kept me. 

 Them be the beggars to breed, they be. Why, they be 

 great-grandfathers in four-and-twenty hours ! " 



This set me a-thinking. Can these creatures realize 

 all the hopes and fears, delights and pains, of this 

 mortal coil — of food, sleep, pleasure, travel, toil — all in 

 that short period ? What a concentrated existence \ 

 Or do they live a life within our life, and have years 

 rolled up in one of ours, days with their own night, and 

 sun and moon distinct from ours, and appreciable only 



