_Case._――Not long since, a young man was under my care who was pathophobic; his mind constantly dwelling upon what he had read; and the occurrence to his mind, that he had losses of semen as often as once in six weeks――although he was a vigorous blacksmith――caused him to imagine himself suffering with all the usual bad feelings of an advanced case of nightly seminal losses. He appeared in good health; was able to do a day’s work, and to work well; but, nevertheless, he was neurasthenic, and at times very feeble; or, at least, he thought he was. When once he could be made to forget his imagination, he would be as strong as ever. The simple assurance that he would recover with simple treatment was unavailing; but when persuaded to think much was being done, and that his medicine was very potent, he soon ceased to be troubled with his worry and was quite well, although he had taken only a simple bitter. He finally became afflicted with a sore upon his prepuce, which was of a herpetic nature _only_, and for which he consulted a score of doctors, as the sore would appear from time to time. All informed him of the harmless nature of the eruption, but he had faith in no one until a venereal specialist reduced his purse to vacuity, when he returned to me for advice. He was simply syphilophobic, and demanded only a deceptive treatment, with assurance that his trouble was of a local character and never could grow upon him; but shortly his herpetic trouble ceased to appear, and something else victimized his imagination. Such is the mental predisposition of the nervous, imaginative class who _only_ suffer, to any extent, with what to them appears to be disease. Such a case of pseudo-spermatorrhœa would not irritate, in body or mind, any person of good reasoning capacity; but, unfortunately, such persons are not as common as may be supposed; hence, the deceiving specialist has many willing victims.