I was reading the other day about the policemen in a big city in England that have to catch stray dogs, and dogs supposed to be mad, and all kinds of dogs, and they get bitten over and over again, and never think anything about it.

But let a lady or a gentleman walking along the street have a dog bite them, and they worry themselves till their blood is in a fever, and they have to hurry across to France to get Pasteur to cure them.

They imagine they've got hydrophobia, and they've got it because they imagine it.

I believe if I fixed my attention on that right thumb of mine, and thought I had a sore there, and picked at it and worried it, in a short time a sore would come, and I'd be off to the doctor to have it cured.

At the same time dogs have no business to bite, and I don't recommend any one to get bitten." "But, uncle," said Miss Laura, "isn't there such a thing as hydrophobia ?" "Oh, yes; I dare say there is.