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4 Things Happen Before You Die From A Heart Attack
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Heart Attack Fighter)
Thu Sep 1 14:29:54 2016
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<p>4 Things Happen Before You Die From A Heart Attack<br /> THERE are ce=
rtain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too enti=
rely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. These the mere romant=
icist must eschew, if he do not wish to offend or to disgust. They are with=
propriety handled only when the severity and majesty of Truth sanctify and=
sustain them. We thrill, for example, with the most intense of " plea=
surable pain" over the accounts of the Passage of the Beresina, of the=
Earthquake at Lisbon, of the Plague at London, of the Massacre of St. Bart=
holomew, or of the stifling of the hundred and twenty-three prisoners in th=
e Black Hole at Calcutta. But in these accounts it is the fact - -- it is t=
he reality - -- it is the history which excites. As inventions, we should r=
egard them with simple abhorrence. I have mentioned some few of the more pr=
ominent and august calamities on record; but in these it is the extent, not=
less than the character of the calamity, which so vividly impresses the fa=
ncy. I need not remind the reader that, from the long and weird catalogue o=
f human miseries, I might have selected many individual instances more repl=
ete with essential suffering than any of these vast generalities of disaste=
r. The true wretchedness, indeed -- the ultimate woe - -- is particular, no=
t diffuse. That the ghastly extremes of agony are endured by man the unit, =
and never by man the mass - -- for this let us thank a merciful God! To be =
buried while alive is, beyond question, the most terrific of these extremes=
which has ever fallen to the lot of mere mortality. That it has frequently=
, very frequently, so fallen will scarcely be denied by those who think. Th=
e boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Wh=
o shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? We know that th=
ere are diseases in which occur total cessations of all the apparent functi=
ons of vitality, and yet in which these cessations are merely suspensions, =
properly so called. They are only temporary pauses in the incomprehensible =
mechanism. A certain period elapses, and some unseen mysterious principle a=
gain sets in motion the magic pinions and the wizard wheels. The silver cor=
d was not for ever loosed, nor the golden bowl irreparably broken. But wher=
e, meantime, was the soul? Apart, however, from the inevitable conclusion, =
a priori that such causes must produce such effects - -- that the well-know=
n occurrence of such cases of suspended animation must naturally give rise,=
now and then, to premature interments -- apart from this consideration, we=
have the direct testimony of medical and ordinary experience to prove that=
a vast number of such interments have actually taken place. I might refer =
at once, if necessary to a hundred well authenticated instances. One of ver=
y remarkable character, and of which the circumstances may be fresh in the =
memory of some of my readers, occurred, not very long ago, in the neighbori=
ng city of Baltimore, where it occasioned a painful, intense, and widely-ex=
tended excitement. The wife of one of the most respectable citizens-a lawye=
r of eminence and a member of Congress -- was seized with a sudden and unac=
countable illness, which completely baffled the skill of her physicians. Af=
ter much suffering she died, or was supposed to die. No one suspected, inde=
ed, or had reason to suspect, that she was not actually dead. She presented=
all the ordinary appearances of death. The face assumed the usual pinched =
and sunken outline. The lips were of the usual marble pallor. The eyes were=
lustreless. There was no warmth. Pulsation had ceased. For three days the =
body was preserved unburied, during which it had acquired a stony rigidity.=
The funeral, in short, was hastened, on account of the rapid advance of wh=
at was supposed to be decomposition. The lady was deposited in her family v=
ault, which, for three subsequent years, was undisturbed. At the expiration=
of this term it was opened for the reception of a sarcophagus; - -- but, a=
las! how fearful a shock awaited the husband, who, personally, threw open t=
he door! As its portals swung outwardly back, some white-apparelled object =
fell rattling within his arms. It was the skeleton of his wife in her yet u=
nmoulded shroud. A careful investigation rendered it evident that she had r=
evived within two days after her entombment; that her struggles within the =
coffin had caused it to fall from a ledge, or shelf to the floor, where it =
was so broken as to permit her escape. A lamp which had been accidentally l=
eft, full of oil, within the tomb, was found empty; it might have been exha=
usted, however, by evaporation. On the uttermost of the steps which led dow=
n into the dread chamber was a large fragment of the coffin, with which, it=
seemed, that she had endeavored to arrest attention by striking the iron d=
oor. While thus occupied, she probably swooned, or possibly died, through s=
heer terror; and, in failing, her shroud became entangled in some iron -- w=
ork which projected interiorly. Thus she remained, and thus she rotted, ere=
ct. In the year 1810, a case of living inhumation happened in France, atten=
ded with circumstances which go far to warrant the assertion that truth is,=
indeed, stranger than fiction. The heroine of the story was a Mademoiselle=
Victorine Lafourcade, a young girl of illustrious family, of wealth, and o=
f great personal beauty. Among her numerous suitors was Julien Bossuet, a p=
oor litterateur, or journalist of Paris. His talents and general amiability=
had recommended him to the notice of the heiress, by whom he seems to have=
been truly beloved; but her pride of birth decided her, finally, to reject=
him, and to wed a Monsieur Renelle, a banker and a diplomatist of some emi=
nence. After marriage, however, this gentleman neglected, and, perhaps, eve=
n more positively ill-treated her. Having passed with him some wretched yea=
rs, she died, - -- at least her condition so closely resembled death as to =
deceive every one who saw her. She was buried - -- not in a vault, but in a=
n ordinary grave in the village of her nativity. Filled with despair, and s=
till inflamed by the memory of a profound attachment, the lover journeys fr=
om the capital to the remote province in which the village lies, with the r=
omantic purpose of disinterring the corpse, and possessing himself of its l=
uxuriant tresses. He reaches the grave. At midnight he unearths the coffin,=
opens it, and is in the act of detaching the hair, when he is arrested by =
the unclosing of the beloved eyes. In fact, the lady had been buried alive.=
Vitality had not altogether departed, and she was aroused by the caresses =
of her lover from the lethargy which had been mistaken for death. He bore h=
er frantically to his lodgings in the village. He employed certain powerful=
restoratives suggested by no little medical learning. In fine, she revived=
She recognized her preserver. She remained with him until, by slow degree=
s, she fully recovered her original health. Her woman' s heart was not adam=
ant, and this last lesson of love sufficed to soften it. She bestowed it up=
on Bossuet. She returned no more to her husband, but, concealing from him h=
er resurrection, fled with her lover to America. Twenty years afterward, th=
e two returned to France, in the persuasion that time had so greatly altere=
d the lady' s appearance that her friends would be unable to recognize her.=
They were mistaken, however, for, at the first meeting, Monsieur Renelle d=
id actually recognize and make claim to his wife. This claim she resisted, =
and a judicial tribunal sustained her in her resistance, deciding that the =
peculiar circumstances, with the long lapse of years, had extinguished, not=
only equitably, but legally, the authority of the husband. The " Chir=
urgical Journal" of Leipsic -- a periodical of high authority and meri=
t, which some American bookseller would do well to translate and republish,=
records in a late number a very distressing event of the character in ques=
tion. An officer of artillery, a man of gigantic stature and of robust heal=
th, being thrown from an unmanageable horse, received a very severe contusi=
on upon the head, which rendered him insensible at once; the skull was slig=
htly fractured, but no immediate danger was apprehended. Trepanning was acc=
omplished successfully. He was bled, and many other of the ordinary means o=
f relief were adopted. Gradually, however, he fell into a more and more hop=
eless state of stupor, and, finally, it was thought that he died. The weath=
er was warm, and he was buried with indecent haste in one of the public cem=
eteries. His funeral took place on Thursday. On the Sunday following, the g=
rounds of the cemetery were, as usual, much thronged with visiters, and abo=
ut noon an intense excitement was created by the declaration of a peasant t=
hat, while sitting upon the grave of the officer, he had distinctly felt a =
commotion of the earth, as if occasioned by some one struggling beneath. At=
first little attention was paid to the man' s asseveration; but his eviden=
t terror, and the dogged obstinacy with which he persisted in his story, ha=
d at length their natural effect upon the crowd. Spades were hurriedly proc=
ured, and the grave, which was shamefully shallow, was in a few minutes so =
far thrown open that the head of its occupant appeared. He was then seeming=
ly dead; but he sat nearly erect within his coffin, the lid of which, in hi=
s furious struggles, he had partially uplifted. He was forthwith conveyed t=
o the nearest hospital, and there pronounced to be still living, although i=
n an asphytic condition. After some hours he revived, recognized individual=
s of his acquaintance, and, in broken sentences spoke of his agonies in the=
grave. From what he related, it was clear that he must have been conscious=
of life for more than an hour, while inhumed, before lapsing into insensib=
ility. The grave was carelessly and loosely filled with an exceedingly poro=
us soil; and thus some air was necessarily admitted. He heard the footsteps=
of the crowd overhead, and endeavored to make himself heard in turn. It wa=
s the tumult within the grounds of the cemetery, he said, which appeared to=
awaken him from a deep sleep, but no sooner was he awake than he became fu=
lly aware of the awful horrors of his position. This patient, it is recorde=
d, was doing well and seemed to be in a fair way of ultimate recovery, but =
fell a victim to the quackeries of medical experiment. The galvanic battery=
was applied, and he suddenly expired in one of those ecstatic paroxysms wh=
ich, occasionally, it superinduces. The mention of the galvanic battery, ne=
vertheless, recalls to my memory a well known and very extraordinary case i=
n point, where its action proved the means of restoring to animation a youn=
g attorney of London, who had been interred for two days. This occurred in =
1831, and created, at the time, a very profound sensation wherever it was m=
ade the subject of converse. The patient, Mr. Edward Stapleton, had died, a=
pparently of typhus fever, accompanied with some anomalous symptoms which h=
ad excited the curiosity of his medical attendants. Upon his seeming deceas=
e, his friends were requested to sanction a post-mortem examination, but de=
clined to permit it. As often happens, when such refusals are made, the pra=
ctitioners resolved to disinter the body and dissect it at leisure, in priv=
ate. Arrangements were easily effected with some of the numerous corps of b=
ody-snatchers, with which London abounds; and, upon the third night after t=
he funeral, the supposed corpse was unearthed from a grave eight feet deep,=
and deposited in the opening chamber of one of the private hospitals. An i=
ncision of some extent had been actually made in the abdomen, when the fres=
h and undecayed appearance of the subject suggested an application of the b=
attery. One experiment succeeded another, and the customary effects superve=
ned, with nothing to characterize them in any respect, except, upon one or =
two occasions, a more than ordinary degree of life-likeness in the convulsi=
ve action. It grew late. The day was about to dawn; and it was thought expe=
dient, at length, to proceed at once to the dissection. A student, however,=
was especially desirous of testing a theory of his own, and insisted upon =
applying the battery to one of the pectoral muscles. A rough gash was made,=
and a wire hastily brought in contact, when the patient, with a hurried bu=
t quite unconvulsive movement, arose from the table, stepped into the middl=
e of the floor, gazed about him uneasily for a few seconds, and then -- spo=
ke. What he said was unintelligible, but words were uttered; the syllabific=
ation was distinct. Having spoken, he fell heavily to the floor. For some m=
oments all were paralyzed with awe -- but the urgency of the case soon rest=
ored them their presence of mind. It was seen that Mr. Stapleton was alive,=
although in a swoon. Upon exhibition of ether he revived and was rapidly r=
estored to health, and to the society of his friends -- from whom, however,=
all knowledge of his resuscitation was withheld, until a relapse was no lo=
nger to be apprehended. Their wonder -- their rapturous astonishment -- may=
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