“The other day at Sakhara, I saw nine camels pacing down from the mummy pits to the bank of the river, laden with nets in which were femora, tibia, and other bony bits of the human form, some two hundred-weight in each net, on each side of the camel. Among the pits there were people busily engaged in searching out, sifting, and sorting the bones which almost crust the ground. On inquiry, I learned that the cargoes with which the camels were laden would be sent down to Alexandria, and thence be shipped to English manufacturers. They make excellent manure, I am told, particularly for Swedes and other turnips. The trade is brisk and has been for years, and may go on for many more. It is a strange fate to preserve one’s skeleton for thousands of years, in order that there may be fine southdowns and cheviots in a distant land!” Gen. W. T. Sherman once visited the catacombs under ancient Syracuse. His guide informed him that there were a million interments, but that the contents of every chamber had been sold for manure. The general asked him if a single grave had been spared; not one. Only a short time ago a London florist bought two cart-loads of mould, and found it full of legs, arms, skulls, and other human bones. He brought an action against the person from whom he purchased the soil for misrepresenting his “goods.” On Feb. 9, 1874, the railroad tunnel under the cemetery of Père la Chaise at Paris, France, caved in with a thundering crash, forming a pell-mell mass of coffins and bodies, earth and débris. In our own country the rest of the dead is fast becoming from year to year more insecure. The _Medical Herald_ affirms: “As the increasing necessities of man create new demands for space, graveyards are demolished and converted to other uses. In Louisville, Ky., within the past fifteen years, two extensive cemeteries have thus been transformed,—one on Portland Avenue into a common, and one in Jefferson Street into a park, called Baxter Square. “Now the youth stroll along the graded walks and sit in the shaded nooks, upon the very ground in which the bodies of their ancestry have decayed. The sacred spot of last repose of grandparents is now the mirthful scene of the nocturnal orgies of irreverent grandchildren. Cremation would render this impossible, and place any profanation of the sacred memorials of the dead beyond the public eye.” Recently two burial-grounds,—one in New England, the other in Pennsylvania,—caved in, and the thickly crowded bones of many generations were exposed to view.