Last night, a young man by the name of John Ferguson went to the drug store of Mr. Riley, on the corner of Mission and Second streets, and asked for strychnine, as he said, to kill a dog. He got ten grains. He went into Mission street, took the poison, and was soon met by a friend, to whom he said that he was sick, had taken poison, and was dying. A doctor was called at once, who administered mustard and warm water, which caused nausea and vomiting, which relieved him by freeing the stomach of the poison. Hopes are entertained of his recovery. The cause of this attempt upon his own life is said to be depression from loss of employment and pecuniary difficulties.
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