We hear pleasant news from a Boston Scientist. A patient of his, confined in bed for eighteen years, writes to a friend in Boston:
I am going to have some stockings and shoes, and shall go out-of-doors. You do not know how strange it seems, and how funny it looks to me as I write these words. I am going to have some stockings and shoes, for the first time in eighteen years.
God bless the Brother who has waked a patient from so long a dream as this!
