"I can't bear the thought of that," I replied. "I never had but one tooth drawn, and when I think of having another extracted I grow cold all over." "Still, that is much better than having caries of the jaw, which has been known to attend an abscess at the root of a tooth." "But this does not always follow?" "No. It is of rare occurrence, I believe. Though no one knows when such a disease exists, nor where it is going to terminate. Even apart from caries of the jaw, the thing is painful enough. Mrs. T--, an intimate friend of mine, suffered for nearly a mouth, night and day, and finally had to have the tooth extracted, when her mouth was so much inflamed, and so tender, that the slightest touch caused the most exquisite pain. A tumor was found at the root of the tooth as large as a pigeon's egg!" This completed the entire overthrow of my nerves. I begged my friend, in mercy to spare me any further relations of this kind. She seemed half offended, and I had to explain the state of mind which had been produced by what a former visitor had said. She, evidently, thought me a very weak woman. No doubt I am. "In the dumps again, Kate?" said my husband, when he returned home in the evening. "What is the matter now?" "Enough to put you or any one else in the dumps," I replied fretfully. "This tooth-ache grows worse, instead of better." "Does it, indeed? I am really very sorry. Can't any thing be done to relieve you?" "Nothing, I am persuaded. The tooth is sound, and there must be an abscess forming at the root, to occasion so much pain." "Who, in the name of common sense, has put this in your head?" My husband was worried. "Has Mrs. A--been here again?" "No," was my simple response. "Then what has conjured up this bugbear to frighten you out of your seven senses?" I didn't like this language at all. My husband seemed captious and unreasonable. Dear soul! I supposed he had cause; for they say a nervous woman is enough to worry a man's life out of him; and, dear knows, I am nervous enough! But I had only my fears before me then: I saw that my husband did not sympathize with me in the least. I merely replied-- "It may be very well for you to speak to your wife in this way, after she has suffered for nearly three days with a wretched tooth-ache. If the tooth were at all decayed, or there were any apparent cause for the pain, I could bear it well enough, and wouldn't trouble you about it. But it is so clear to my mind now, that nothing but a tumour forming at the root could produce such a steady, deep-seated, throbbing pain, that I am with reason alarmed; and, instead of sympathy from my husband I am met with something very much like ridicule."