The StJames's magazine and United Empire review . on. So peopleshould never be discouraged, nor cease to persevere, until the toosure signs of mortification have appeared. The trite maxim while there is life there is hope,- does notapply tp persons drowned, but rather the converse, while there ishope there may be life; for, while hope remains, perseverancenever relaxes, and it is by the continued steady application ofcertain plain rules that life is restored to the inanimate. We fearthat often the mere fact of a body having been an hour or two inthe water, is held to be sufficient grounds for
The StJames's magazine and United Empire review . on. So peopleshould never be discouraged, nor cease to persevere, until the toosure signs of mortification have appeared. The trite maxim while there is life there is hope,- does notapply tp persons drowned, but rather the converse, while there ishope there may be life; for, while hope remains, perseverancenever relaxes, and it is by the continued steady application ofcertain plain rules that life is restored to the inanimate. We fearthat often the mere fact of a body having been an hour or two inthe water, is held to be sufficient grounds for considering life tobe extinct. In this short paper we have endeavoured to show thatthis is not always the case, and in such cases of fainting as we havesupposed, there is every probability that the vital spark is onlysmouldering, not extinguished, and if proper pains and precautionsbe taken in the treatment of the apparently dead, from immersionin the water—they may be brought back again to existence andsensibility by care and attention. W. CHII7DBEK <)K THE BRICK-FIELPS. See p. 022. 621 THE BRICK-FIELDS OF ENGLAND. In the soft days of the opening1 year, when the perfume of thefirst primrose, the fresh green of the young violet leaves, and themilder breath of the air, fill our hearts with joyous anticipations ofthe coming spring, and when we see our village school-childrenbursting merrily out of school, their cheerful little minds freshlyinvigorated by that flow of animal spirits which those first sunnydays never fail to instil in us all, do we ever turn our thoughts intender pity to those thousands of children to whom Spring isa meaningless name, and to whom the changing seasons convey butfew ideas, save perhaps those of greater suffering from the bittercold of winter and the intense heat of summer. Spring and autumn ! Two seasons so rich in their own distinctand glowing beauty, each bearing long poetic tales in their verynames; but poems, how different! One of youth
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