_THE TERRIBLE MISHAP TO MR.

FOGG'S BABY_.
Mr.and Mrs.Fogg have a young baby which was exceedingly restless and troublesome at night while it was cutting its teeth.

Mr.Fogg, devoted and faithful father that he is, used to take a good deal more than his share of the nursing of the infant, and often, when he would turn out of bed for the fifteenth or sixteenth time and with fluttering garments and unshod feet carry the baby to and fro, soothing it with a little song, he would think how true it is, as Napoleon once said, that "the only real courage is two-o'clock-in-the-morning courage." Mr.Fogg thought he had a reasonable amount of genuine bravery, and justly, for he performed the functions of a nurse with unsurpassed patience and good humor.
One night, however, the baby was unusually wakeful and tempestuous, and after struggling with it for several hours he called Mrs.Fogg and suggested that it would be well to give the child some paregoric to relieve it from the intense pain from which it was evidently suffering.

The medicine stood upon the bureau, but Mrs.Fogg had to go down stairs to the dining-room to get some sugar; and while she was fumbling about in the entry in the dark it occurred to Mr.Fogg that he had heard of persons being relieved from pain by applications of mesmerism.

He had no notion that he could exercise such power; but while musing upon the subject he rubbed the baby's eyebrows carelessly with his fingers and made several passes with his hands upon its forehead.