That we have such patients no one will deny, for the age of the millennium has not dawned, and the sad procession of blighted lives is still wending its way toward the beckoning hand, till science shall have called halt.
Who does not recall, in the student days of even the youngest of us, the sadness with which our preceptors were wont to recognize the presence of consumption in young and promising men and women, the particular bright shining lights of each one's social sphere? Let me quote Allbutt of Cambridge in this particular: "Well I remember," he writes, "the fatal—for such it then seemed—the fatal note of the 'consonating râle; how it impinged on the unwilling ear like a knell. For they nearly all died in those days." But surely this is a gloomy picture; is there not a brighter side ? Can not