| The crisis was reached, in Madame Blavatsky’s illness, at midnight on Thursday last, and the patient is happily now convalescent. Her recovery is among the most remarkable. For several hours her attendants thought her dead, as she lay as cold, pulseless, and rigid as a corpse ; her injured limb had swollen to twice the natural size, and had turned black, as though mortification had already set in. Her physician gave her up as dead; but within a few hours the swelling had subsided, the symptoms of dissolution had passed off, and she revived. And so, thinks to the spirits, this noble life is squared to the cause which needs now, more than ever before, the aid of her wisdom, enthusiasm, devotion, and powers, {{Style S-HPB SB. Continues on|2-20}} | | The crisis was reached, in Madame Blavatsky’s illness, at midnight on Thursday last, and the patient is happily now convalescent. Her recovery is among the most remarkable. For several hours her attendants thought her dead, as she lay as cold, pulseless, and rigid as a corpse ; her injured limb had swollen to twice the natural size, and had turned black, as though mortification had already set in. Her physician gave her up as dead; but within a few hours the swelling had subsided, the symptoms of dissolution had passed off, and she revived. And so, thinks to the spirits, this noble life is squared to the cause which needs now, more than ever before, the aid of her wisdom, enthusiasm, devotion, and powers, {{Style S-HPB SB. Continues on|2-20}} |