DEATH OF DR CARR.

Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2128, 27 February 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

DEATH OF DR CARR.

Thomas Cabb, known through the length and breadth of Australia and New Zealand as the cleverest and most successful mesmerist and|eharacterdelineator, is dead. Our old friend and resident (says the Morpeth " Times ") was found dead in bed at the Commercial Hotel, Glen Innes, on the second Sunday of last month. When the news became known it spread rapidly, and the deepest regret was expressed on all sides. For the past five years the deceased gentlemiu had been a resident of the town; and at the time of his death was on a tour through the highlands, partly for his health and partly to practice his profession. It is, perhaps, a little more than six months since that small hopes were entertained of the doctor's recovery at Tumberumba, about which time he was attacked with paralysis, but through the careful nursing of his wife he so far recovered as to come home. In Morpeth his health improved rapidly, and he thought that the bracing mountain air would restore his wonted robust nature. With this object in view he proceeded to Glen Innes. Just before Christmas he wrote to us to say he was enjoying splendid health and establishing a large practice. The doctor was a good, kind hearted man, and he will be missed by all who knew him. We could give a dozen instances of his kindness to strolling players and otners in Morpelh, and none went away empty-handed. There are thousands who remember Dr Cut in the zenith of his fame lo years ago, and we doubt if a more popular man ever travelled the colonies. We vividly recollect the giant doctor in the prime of life lecturing to packed audiences, receiving thunders of applause, and excellent critiques from the Press. And vow the same doctor is dead ! and we can truly say his like we'll see no more. H'J leaves a widow and an only daughter to mourn their loss.

Ttk largest stationary engine in the worlil is said to be at Friendmisvillo, in Lehigh Country, U.S.A. It is run with lb 1 boilers, and is of 60,000-horse power. It is a pumping-cugine, and at ever revolutiou of its wheels it throws out a littlo river of 17,300 gallons. It makes seven revolutions a minute, but the speed can ,be increased to fourteen. Ist the Journal dun Interprets on C'jina, a new work by the Comte d' Herrisson, the following episodes of tho A iglo and Franco-Chinese war of 1860 are related :— " When, instead of seeing the Chinese bullets rolling along like bowls in a village skittle alley, we heard and felt them whiz/ing over our heads with a slight rush of wind and a disagreeable whistling bound, we instinctively ducked our heais. All those who had been exposed to firo arc familiar with this moTement. The General, whom nothing escaped, turned his head half round, and said to us (the officers of his stuff), in a tone at once firm and paternal, "Gentlemen do not bow quite so low, I beg.' But all the novices— of whom I was one — straightened themselves in their stirrups, and stiffened their bodies to repress these involuntary nervous movements, which presently disappeared of their own accord, as we plunged into the thick of the fight, and were consequently in greater danger th.in at first. Besides, the attraction of the spectacle gradually ' increased upon us and made us forget the peril. And it was a beautiful sight. Three men were struck within a few yards of the General, and the leg of one of them was broken. A surgeon leaped from his horse and began to amputate tho shattered limb. " Courage, my friend," said the General, " this cross will make you forget your loss." " The cross be d d," said the man, using a much coarser expression, give me back my leg." The General passed on without saying another word. "As I had never seen anything of war before, except at the circus or the hippodrome," adds the compto, with a touch of humour, "I expected, in such a case, to see the man raise himself up on his remaining leg and cry out ' Vivo I' Enwcrcur !"