her.  Having passed with him some wretched years, she died, — —­ at least her condition so closely resembled death as to deceive every one who saw her.  She was buried — —­ not in a vault, but in an ordinary grave in the village of her nativity.  Filled with despair, and still inflamed by the memory of a profound attachment, the lover journeys from the capital to the remote province in which the village lies, with the romantic purpose of disinterring the corpse, and possessing himself of its luxuriant tresses.  He reaches the grave.  At midnight he unearths the coffin, opens it, and is in the act of detaching the hair, when he is arrested by the unclosing of the beloved eyes.  In fact, the lady had been buried alive.  Vitality had not altogether departed, and she was aroused by the caresses of her lover from the lethargy which had been mistaken for death.  He bore her frantically to his lodgings in the village.  He employed certain powerful restoratives suggested by no little medical learning.  In fine, she revived.  She recognized her preserver.  She remained with him until, by slow degrees, she fully recovered her original health.  Her woman’s heart was not adamant, and this last lesson of love sufficed to soften it.  She bestowed it upon Bossuet.  She returned no more to her husband, but, concealing from him her resurrection, fled with her lover to America.  Twenty years afterward, the two returned to France, in the persuasion that time had so greatly altered the lady’s appearance that her friends would be unable to recognize her.  They were mistaken, however, for, at the first meeting, Monsieur Renelle did actually recognize and make claim to his wife.  This claim she resisted, and a judicial tribunal sustained her in her resistance, deciding that the peculiar circumstances, with the long lapse of years, had extinguished, not only equitably, but legally, the authority of the husband.

The “Chirurgical Journal” of Leipsic —­ a periodical of high authority and merit, which some American bookseller would do well to translate and republish, records in a late number a very distressing event of the character in question.

An officer of artillery, a man of gigantic stature and of robust health, being thrown from an unmanageable horse, received a very severe contusion upon the head, which rendered him insensible at once; the skull was slightly fractured, but no immediate danger was apprehended.  Trepanning was accomplished successfully.  He was bled, and many other of the ordinary means of relief were adopted.  Gradually, however, he fell into a more and more hopeless state of stupor, and, finally, it was thought that he died.