and gets up and walks. The jar of walking fast and the weariness caused by walking fast, riding in a carriage, long standing, and any coldness, makes her worse, but slow walking makes her better.

That little emaciated woman reclining all bundled up alone in the sunshine out there in the protected porch is Mrs. Barium Sulphuricum. She is worse from motion, sometimes she is worse from sitting erect or standing; she is worse from cold air but she desires open air, so she is nearest to being happy when in her present position. She is bashful, suspicious, critical, therefore she don't like company. Her appetite varies, it may be ravenous or wanting. Like Mrs. Lycopodium, she feels filled full after eating a little, and like Lycopodium, she is right sided in many complaints. There are cramping, gnawing, pressing pains with tenderness in the stomach after eating. Digestion is slow; thirst unquenchable. There are eructations, heartburn, vomiting, after eating.

The little old lady sitting by herself is Mrs. Carbo Animalis. She is homesick, sad, and weak, she don't want to talk to any one, desires to be alone. She has a sore, empty feeling in the stomach which eating does not ameliorate. There are pressing, clawing, griping, burning pains in the stomach, and saltish water rises up and flows out of her mouth. Digestion is very slow, almost all food distresses her. Tongue and mouth burn, in fact she feels raw from the tip of her tongue to the stomach.

Mr. Bismuth is just the opposite of Mrs. Carbo Animalis, in that he can't bear to be alone. He is ill-humored, discontented with his surroundings and don't hesitate to complain about it. He never stays long in one place, he sits a little, goes and lies down a little, then gets up and walks about a little. He desires cold drink, and cold water relieves, but he vomits all fluids as soon as they reach the stomach. Digestion is very slow, he goes on eating for several days until the stomach is too full to take more, then he spends a day in vomiting it up. There are hard lumps between navel and lower ribs. There are crampy, spasmodic, burning, stinging, pressing pains in the stomach. There is rumbling of gas in abdomen; he rarely passes the gas but when he does he is relieved.

Yonder is Mrs. Hydrastus Canadensis she has been a familiar figure in the Gyneological Ward. First she had ulcers on the os which was swollen and indurated and a tenacious viscid leucorhoea they were cured by local treatment, then we found her in the surgical ward, she had a cancer in the breast, which was removed, now she has a cancer in the stomach. Her digestion is slow; she puts the food into the stomach and there it stays like a weight, giving her a full feeling after eating; when she don't eat she has an empty, faint feeling and loathing of food, with this she has obstinate constipation with no desire for stool. She has severe pain in stomach and bowels. She is much annoyed by a strong pulsation in the stomach. Go and put your hand upon it, you can easily feel the pulsation. She is much emaciated and weak, despondent, cries out with the severe cutting pain in the stomach. She expects death and desires it.

This lazy fellow is Mr. Kali-Bichromicum. He don't want to work either mentally or physically, and is quite likely to be low-spirited. His food lies like a load in his stomach or comes up undigested. He don't sleep before midnight because mucus chokes him, and, at 2 a. m., he wakens with oppressed breathing or burning in pit of stomach, and expectorates blood. He has ulcers in his stomach. Has been drinking too much beer.

Miss Cundurangs feels miserable, and she has a perfect right to feel it. She is greatly emaciated and anomic, and her skin is dry and scaly. Cancers are in her family, they have appeared on the eyelid, on the nose, on the tip of the tongue, on the breast, and she herself has one in the stomach. Her throat is sore, burning and aching. She vomits everything she eats besides something that looks like coffee grounds that she hasn't eaten. Her stou ach is sensitive to pressure, and in the pyloric region she has a hard knotty swelling. Pain in stomach very severe, and sometimes it radiates toward the shoulders.

Do you notice that woman walking out on the lawn? She has no hat nor coat on, and her dress seems fit for summer only. She is a staunch advocate of the open air school. No, that is not Miss Pulsatilla, that is Mrs. Kali-Sulphuricum. She likes nothing warm, even the warm bath aggravates her. She is excitable, easily angered, obstinate. Mental exertion makes her worse, rest

in any form aggravates rer. She is over sensitive to noise, timid. She has great distress and anxiety in the stomach, no appetite, aversion to bread, eggs, meat, hot drinks, warm food. Mrs. KaliSulphuricum does anything she can to keep cool. She desires sweet things, cold things. Her stomach is easily disordered, and she feels full after eating little. Eructations ameliorate. There are burning, cramping, cutting, pinching, pressing, stitching pains, soreness and pulsation in the stomach after eating or drinking. She has burning thirst.

That weak, well wrapped woman who is about to enter her carriage is Mrs. Nitric Acid. The sunken eyes, the dark circles about the eyes, nose and mouth, the sallow sunken face, tell of her sufferings. One doesn't need to know of the pressing, gnawing, pulsating burning pains in the stomach, of the nausea and vomiting after eating to suspect the ulcers in the stomach. She spends much time in her carriage, because riding makes her better.

Mrs. Kali Arsenicosum, pale, waxy, anxious, frightened, nervous and over sensitive, is suffering from an obstinate case of chronic gastritis. She complains of anxiety, which she says extends from stomach to spine; of coldness in stomach. She desires warm drinks, sour things, sweet things; loathes food. Her stomach pains are burning, cramping, cutting, pressing, with intense nausea. They come after eating, after cold drinks, and at night, and they are better from heat. She is irritable, fault-finding; would like to kill some one. The other guests threatened to have her arrested as a common scold, if she does not mend her ways. She is suspicious of everybody, thinks about killing herself, and weeps at night even in her sleep.

Mrs. Lycopodium goes about in a kimona with her skirt bands all loosened, because she can't bear to have anything touch her stomach. She is hungry for her meals, but a mouthful or two fills her up. She is very sensitive, no one dares to thank her for anything for it makes her cry. There is a sensation of churning in the stomach, the pains are gnawing, griping, cutting, cramping; pains are worse bending double, after eating, and from 4 to 8 p. m.; they are better from belching, lying down, open air, by walking about, and when warm in bed.

Mr. Sulphuris Acid is suffering from chronic Alcoholism, his stomach is nearly ruined. The first thing in the morning he vomits water and mucus which is so sour that it sets his teeth on edge. He can't keep water down at all unless mixed with some alcoholic. He craves fresh fruit and brandy. His throat is raw and sensitive, and his mouth is full of ulcers. Why shouldn't it be with that acid stomach? He has most excruciating pains across the stomach. He is subject to hemorrhages; bleeds black blood from almost anywhere. He feels worse in the open air, sits and weeps all day and is good for nothing. When he does do anything he hurries through it as though he couldn't get it done quickly enough.

Mrs. Robina has a dull, heavy, squeezing pain, constantly after eating. She will eat only one meal a day, because it causes such severe pain. Her food turns sour in her stomach soon after eating, everything she takes turns to acid, and like Mr. Sulphuric Acid, her teeth are on edge when it comes up. Water taken the night before, returns in the morning, green and sour. She is very low spirited, and weeps every day with the pain in her stomach.

Mrs. Iris Versicolor is another who turns everything that goes into her stomach into acid, and when it comes up it feels as though it scalded the throat, mouth, fauces, tongue, in fact every place it touches. She has great burning in the stomach that she can hardly endure. She is low spirited and discouraged.

That pale, emaciated woman, with the suffering expression on her face, who is weeping by the piano is Mrs. Kreosotum. Music is quite likely to call forth her tears. She is a great sufferer, and has emaciated rapidly since coming here; she longs for death. She has great thirst, drinks greedily and then vomits it up again. Sensation of a lump of ice in the stomach, or a feeling of fullness, as though she had eaten too much. She has pressing, gnawing, ulcerating pains in stomach with vomiting of blood.

Mr. Mercunius Corrosivus has a sluggish mind; he will stare straight at the person talking to him, and not understand a word that is said. He has a violent, unquenchable thirst for large quantities of cold water. Hot food is repugnant to him, but he

wants cold food. His stomach is distended and sore; he can't bear to have it touched even by the clothing. There are burning, darting, cramping pains in the stomach; the vomiting is spasmodic, incessant and painful. He vomits bile, stringy, mucus blood.

Do you see that woman over there talking to Mr. Bismuth? It is Mrs. Lachesis, she is noted for being one of the most loquacious women in the world. She has a vivid imagination, talks rapidly uses good language and jumps from one subject to another with surprising rapidity. Mr. Bismuth is fond of company, but he wants to do the talking himself. If you watch, you will see him walk off and leave her in a few minutes, then she will find some one else to talk to, for she must talk. Do you notice her red cheek? If she turns the other side of her face this way you'll see how pale she is, for she is a sufferer. Sometimes she is quiet and sorrowful, then she dislikes company, and don't want to talk. She has a cancer in the stomach, with gnawing pressure which is better after eating, but returns as soon as the stor:ach is empty again. The pit of her stomach is sore to touch, and she has dull stinging stitching pains. She can't bear to have her clothes touch her, either about the throat or waist, so she wears an empire gown cut decollette.

Last but not least is our old friend Mr. Sulphur. He is the same dirty "ragged philosopher" that we have always known. He has the same empty, gone, faint feeling in the stomach at 11 a. m., and the same feeling of weight about which he used to complain. He is too lazy to rouse himself up, too unhappy to live, and he dreads a bath just as much as he did when a child. Probably he thinks food is made for ornament and water is made for drink for he eats little and drinks much.

1708-10 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.