I changed my dress hurriedly, and went over to the house of my neighbor.
Shall I describe the painful object that met my sight?
It was three days since I had seen the little sufferer; but, oh! how it had changed in that brief time.

Its face was sunken, its eyes far back in their sockets, and its forehead marked with lines of suffering.
The whole of its breast was raw from the blister, and its mouth, lying open, showed, with painful distinctness, the dreadful injury wrought by the mercury thrown, with such a liberal hand, into its delicate system.

All the life seemed to have withdrawn itself from the skin; for the vital forces, in the centre of its body, were acting but feebly.
The doctor came in while I was there.

He said but little.

It was plain that he was entirely at fault, and that he saw no hope of a favorable issue.