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In the year 1740 there lived m the Latin quarter m Paris, a famous miser named Jean Avere. The wealth con cealed m the obscure rookery where he resided was believed to he fabulous, and was no doubt really very great. Among his treasures was a celebrated diamond necklace, of immense value. This he conceit ed so carefully that he ultimately forgot its hiding-place himself. He sought diligently for weeks, and, failing to find it, became almost insane. This rendered him even less capable of rĀ«membrance, and he took to his bed broken m body as m mind. A few weeks later a doctor and an old woman, who had sometimes done odd jobbs about his house, were both afc his bedside, seeing that the end was near. As the clock m the neighboring tower tolled one, he ceased his low muttering and sat up and shrieVjd, " I remember where it is now. 1 can put my hand on the necklace. For God's sake let me go for it before I forget it again !" Here his weakness and excitement overcame him, and he sank back among his rags, stone dead. Physicians and students are familiar with these sudden outHashngs of memory at the great crisis of human fate. Let the reader consider this while we relate an episode m the humble career of a signalman, Andrew Agge, who may b found on duty m his box at Culgaith, a litfle station on the Midland, twenty-three miles south of Carlisle. Mr Agge is on duty nearly every day, and must break his fast -without leaving his post. The confinement and mental strain tell on the system. The strongest men cannot stand it long without feeling its effects. It makes one think of the passionate exclamation m Tom Hood's " Song of the Shirt," "Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap." Our friend had been at the same work for many years, although he was only thirty-five when these lines were written. In 1884 lie began to feel that he was about to break down. "I don't know what ails me," he" would say, "but I can't eat." What he forced down produced no sense of .sa! isfaction or strength. Sometimes he was alarmed at finding he could scarcely walk on account of giddiness. He said to himself, "What if I should be seized with this at some moment when there is trouble on the line, and I need all my wits about me V

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THE MISER"S DIAMOND NECKLACE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2522, 19 September 1890

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THE MISER"S DIAMOND NECKLACE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2522, 19 September 1890