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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 19, Issue 1517, 26 December 1872, Page 2

Steps are being taken at the Thamesto form a Horticultural Society.

The Rome correspondent of the London Post writes :—Theio is a panic ab the Vatican just now on account of the very sensible oscillation and inclination of the gigantic cupola of St. Peter's, which Merry calls " the eighth hill of Rome, created by Michael Angelo, to approach nearer to God." That one side of the cupola has sunk a good deal is particularly evident when seen front outside the Porta Cavalleggeri. The solidity of the colossal vault was prejudiced wheu those windows were opened which did not exist in the original design of Michael Angelo, and it is said that the continual cannonading at the Porta San Pancrazio, and along: the bastions near St. Peter's during the siege of Rome in 1849, caused too strong a vibration in the stupendous construction. It is evident that grounds for apprehension exist, since a commission of Pontifical engineers and architects has been appointed to study the extent of the danger, and to report immediately upon the most advisable precautions to be taken.

Dr Oabarus, who died at Paris last year, was one of those jovial physicians whose presence is equally sought in the sick-room as in society, and who effect more with humor and pleasantry than by medicine. Being a brother-in-law of Hessep, the celebrated engineer, and neatly willed to a princely family of his native land, he moved in aristocratic circles, which deeply felt his loss. One cure, by which, at the commencement of his career, he achieved a great reputation is characteristic of the man. The Duchess of D , one of the most aristocratic ladies of the Fauborg St. Germain, had got possessed of the idea that she had swallowed a frog—she declared she did—and its presence robbed her of peace of mind, sleep, and even of health. The Parisian physicians had the rudeness to deny the existence of this animal, ignorant as they were that the poor lady suffered martyrdom. A. fortunate change made her acquainted' with Dr Cabarus, and to him she told her tale of woe. He felt, with a seriousness worthy of Hippocrates himself, the pulse of the fair patient, inquired after various symptoms, and when the charming aristocrat had exhausted all her store of arguments to prove her pet delusion, the youthful doctor said, after a well-feigned pause: "Madame, the frog is there, but I will remove it." He then prescribed an innocent emetic, and went to the nearest flowershop, where he bought a small green frog. Armed with this confederate, he pre* sented himself once more before the Duchess, and placed a large basin of water in readiness. The emetic began to lake effect, the Duchess's eyes filled with tears, and the doctor took