The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"The great Felix Fontana says, in such cases there is no safety. Lazarus
Spallanzini, however, another savant of the eighteenth century,
published at Venice, in 1767, in the Giornole D'Italia, an admirable
dissertation on wounds caused by the bite of reptiles, especially on
those of the vipers. Treating of suction and its consequences, he points
out a means of cure for it. It is however so terrible and dangerous that
I know not if I should use it."
"Use it, sir. There is," said Maulear, "only the alternative of it and
death."
"The man will live, but in all probability will never speak again." He
waited for Maulear's answer.
"May I consult the family?" said the young man. "I will have returned in
an hour."
"In ten minutes," said the doctor, "he will be dead."
"Act quickly, then, monsieur: all his friends would act as I do."
The physician left: in a few minutes he returned with one of his
assistants, bearing a red hot iron. Maulear shuddered. The physician
placed the patient in a great arm-chair, to which he fastened him with
strong straps of leather. Then, when he was satisfied that no spasm or
motion of the unfortunate man would interrupt the operation, he placed a
speculum in his mouth. The speculum in its expansion tore apart the jaws
of Tonio, and kept them distended, so that the interior orifice of the
throat could be seen. Seizing the hot iron, he plunged it into the
throat of the unhappy man, turned back the palate from the tongue, and
moved it several times about, while the agonizing guttural cries of the
patient were mingled with the sharp hissing of the iron. Torrents of
tears filled his eyes. At this terrible spectacle Maulear fainted.
III.--THE CONCERT.
Henri Marquis de Maulear was scarcely twenty-six, and was what all would
have called a handsome man. A fine tall person, delicate features, and a
profusion of rich blond hair, curling naturally, justified the
appellation which the world, and especially the female portion of it,
conferred on him. To these external advantages, was united a brilliant
education, rather superficial than serious, and more graceful than
solid. He had dipped without examination in everything. He, however,
knew it to be essential to seem to understand all the subjects of French
conversation, in the saloons of Paris: nothing more.
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