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expires; and also the dying man! VYo, there 1s the bed—his own bed—with posts and canopy ; as wide as 1t 1s lone, shut in by heavy curtams. Is it possible that this 1s the pallet of a wrcetched herring-salter ? With a quaking hand Dr. T'rifulgas scizes the curtains : he opens them ; he looks m.

The dying man, his hcad uncovered, 1s motionless, as 1f at his last breath. The doctor leans over him——

Ah! what a cry, to which, outside, responds an uncarthly howl from the dog.

The dying man 1~ not the herring- salter, Vort Kartif—it 1s Dr. Trifulgas ; 1t 15 /ie, whom conges- tion has attacked— he himselt! Cere- bral apoplexy, with e sudden accumula- | || A tion of scrosity in I the cavities of the brain, with para- lysis of the body on the side oppo- site that of the scat of the lesion.

Yes, it 1s /e, who was sent for, and for whom a hun- dred and twenty fretzers have been paid. ZF/e who, from hardness of heart, refused to attend the herring- saltecr—/e who 15 dying.

Dr. Tritulgas is like a madman, he knows himsclt lost. At ecach moment the symptoms in- crease. Not only | g ) all the functions of TR RS the organs slacken, 3 but the lungs and the heart cease to act. not quite lost consciousness.

done? DBleed!

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fulons 13 dead. In those davs they stil bled ; and then, as now, medical men curea all those apoplectic patients who were not guing to die.

Dr. Trifulgas scizes his case, takes out his lancet, opens a vein in the arm of his double. The Dblood does not flow. He rubs his chest violently—his own breath- mg orows slower. He warms his fect with hot bricks—his own grow cold.

Then his double lifts himsclf, falls back, and draws once last breath. Dr. Trifulgas, notwithstanding all that his scienee has taught him to do, dies bencalh his own

lanels.

VIIL

IN the morning a corpse was found

111 the house Six-four—that of Dr. Trifulgas. They put him 1n a

coflin, and carried him with much pomp to the ceme- tery of Luktrop, whither he had scnt somany others - —in a professional -, . manner.

% As to old Hur-

zof, 1t 15 said that, to this day, he haunts the country with his Jantern alight, and howl- g like a lost dog. I do not know 1f that be true ; but strange things happen in Volsinia,

cspectally o the neighbourhood ot Luktrop. A And, again, I R warn you not to

hunt {or that town

on the map. The best geographers have not yct agreed as to its latitude—nor ceven as to 1ts longitude.