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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-11-5, Page 3AUTUMNAL GLORIES. THE GREAT DIVINE 'DISCOURSES IN SEASONABLE WORDS. the place of those which this autumn perish. Neat May the cradle of the wind will rook the young buds. The woods will be all a -hum with the chorus of leafy voices. If the tree in front of your house, like Elijah, take a chariot of fire, its mantle will fall upon Elisha. If, in the blast of these autumnal batteries, so many ranks fall, there are reserve forces to take their place to defend the fortress of the hills. The beaters of gold leaf will have more gold leaf to beat. The crown that drops to -day from the head of the oak will he picked up and handed down for other kings to wear. Let the blasts come. They only makeroom for other life. So, when we go, others take our spheres. We do not grudge the future generations their places. We will have had our good time. Let them mine on and have their good time. There is no sighing among these leaves to -day be- cause other leaves are to follow them. After a lifetime of preaching, doctoring, selling, sewing or digging, let us cheer- fully give way for those who come, on to do the preaching, doctoring, selling, sewing and digging. God grant that their life may he brighter than ours has been. As we get older do not let us be affront- ed if young men and women crowd us a little. We will have had our day and we must let them have theirs. When our voices get cracked, let us not snarl at those who can warble. When our knees are stiffened, let us have patience with those who go fleet as the deer. Because our leaf is fading do not let us despise the unfrosted. Autumn must not envy the spring. Old men must be patient with boys. Dr. Guthrie stood up in Scot- land and said; "You need not think I am old because my hair is white. I never was so young as I am now." I look back to my childhood days and remem- ber when in winter nights in the sitting room the children played the blithest and the gayest of all the company were father and mother. Although reaching fourscore years of age, they never got old. Do not be disturbed as you see good and great men die. People worry when some important personage passes off the striae and say, "Hifi place will never be taken." But neither the Church nor the State will sniffer for it. There will be others to take the places. When God takes one man away, he has another right back of him. God is so rich in resources that he could spare 5,000 Sum- merllelds and Saurins, if there were so many. There will be other leaves as green, as exquisitely veined, as grace- fully etched, as well pointed. However prominent the place we fill, our death will not jar the world. One falling leaf does not shake the Adirondacks. A ship is not well manned unless there be an extra supply of hands—some working on deck, some sound asleep in their ham- mocks. God has manned this world very well, There will be other seamen on deck when you and I are down in the cabin sound asleep in tbe hammocks. Again, as with the leaves, we fade and fall amid myriads of others. One cannot count the number df plumes which these forests are plucking from the hills. They will strew all the streams, they will drift into the caverns, ' they will soften the wild beast's lair and fill the eagle's eyrie. All the aisles of the forest will he cov- ered with their carpet and the steps of the hills glow with a wealth of color and shape that will defy the looms of Axminster. What urn could hold the ashes of all these dead leaves? Who could count the hosts that burn on this funeral pyre of the mountains? So we die in concert. The clock that strikes the hour of our going will sound the going of many thousands. Keeping step with the feet of those who carry us out will be the tramp of hundreds do- ing the same errand. Between 50 and 70 people every day lie down in Green- wood. That place has over 200.000 of the dead. I said to the man at the gate, "Then, if there are so many here, you must have the largest cemetery." He said there were two Roman Catholic cemeteries in the city each of which had more than this. We are all dying. Lon- don and ]?elan are not the great cities of the world. The grave is the great city. It hath mightier population, longer streets, brighter lights, thicker dark-, nesses. Caesar is there and all his subjects. Nero is there and all his victims. City of kings and paupers! It has swallowed up in its immigrations Thebes and Tyre and Babylon and will swallow all our cities. Yet city of silence. No voice. No hoof. No wheel. No clash. No smiting of hammer. No clack of flying•loom. No jar. No whisper. Great city of silence! Of all its million million hands not one of them is lifted. Of all its million mil- lion eyes not one of them sparkle. Of all its million million hearts not one puls- ates. The living are in small mindrity. If, in the movement of time,some great question between the living and the dead should be put and God called up all the dead and the living to decide it, as we lifted our hands, and from 'all the rest- ing places of the dead they lifted their hands, the dead would outvote us. Why, the multitude of the dying and the dead are as these autumnal leaves drifting under our feet to -day. We march on to- ward eternity, not by companies of 100, or regiments of 1.000, or brigades of 10,- 000, but 1,600,000,000 abreast! Marching on! Marching on! Again, as with variety of appearance the leaves depart, so do we. You have noticed that some trees at the first touch of the frost lose all their beauty. They stand withered and unuomely and ragged waiting for the northeast storm to drive them into the mire. The sun shining at noonday gilds them with no beauty. Reggae leaves. Dead leaves. No one stands to study them. They are gathered in no vase. They are hung on no wall. So death smites many. There is no beauty in their departure. One sharp frost of sickness or one blast off the cold waters and they are gone. No tinge of hope. No phopheoy of heaven. Their spring was all abloom with bright pros- pects. Their summer thiok'foliaged with opportunities. But Ootober came, and their glory went. Frosted! In early an- tumn the frosts come, but do not seem to damage vegetation. They are light frosts. But some morning you look out of the window and say, "There was a black frost last night," and you know that from that day everything will wither. So men seem to get along with- out religion amid the .annoyances and vexations of life that nip them slightly here and nip them there. But after awhile death comes. It is a black frost, and all is ended. • Oh, what withering and scattering death makes among those not prepared to. meet it 1 They leave everything plea- sant behind them -their house, their families, their friends, their books,, their pictures, andIstep out of the sunshine into the shadow. They quit the presence of bird and bloom • and wave to go un beckoned and unweloomed. The bower in which they stood and sang ands wove A String of Sadness and a String of Infinite Joy in the Text -Like the Foliage, Man Passes Gradually Away—To Make Roost for Others—Fade and. Fall Only to Rise. Washington, Nov. 1.—The season of the year adds much appositeness to Dr. Talinage's sermon, which we send out to -day. His subject is "The Pageantry of the Woods," and his text Isaiah lxiv,6, "We all do fade as a leaf.'." It is so hard for us to understand re- ligious truth that God constantly reiter- ates. As the schoolmaster takes a black- board and puts upon it figures and dia- grams, so that the scholar may not only get his lesson through the ear, but also through the eye, so God takes all the truths of his Bible and draws them out in diagram on the natural world. Cham- pollion, the famous Frenchman, went down into Egypt to study the hierogly- phics on monuments and temples. After much labor he deciiihered them and an nounced to the learned world the result of his investigations. The wisdom, good- ness and power of God are written in hieroglyphics all over the earth and all over the heaven. God grant that we may have understanding enough to decipher them. There are Scriptural passages, like any text, which need to be studied in the very presence of the natural world. Habakkuk says, "Thou makest my feet like hind's feet," a passage which means nothing save to the man that knows that the feet of the red deer, or hind, aro peculiarly constructed, so that they can walk among slippery rooks with- out falling. Knowing that fact, we understand that when Habakkuk says, "Thou makest my feet like hind's feet," ho sets forth that the. Christian can walk amid the most dangerous and slippery places without falling. In Lamentations we read that "the daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostriches of the wilder - nese," a passage that has no meaning save to the man who knows that the ostrich leaves its egg in the sand to be hatched out by the sun, and that the young ostrich goes forth unattended by any maternal kindness, Knowing this, the passage is significant, "The daughter of any people is cruel, like the ostriches of the wilderness." Those know but little of the meaning of the natural world who have looked at, it through the eyes of others, and from book or canvas taken their impression. There are some faces so noble that photo- graphers cannot take them, and the face of nature has such a flush and sparkle and life that no human description can gather them. No ono knows the pathos of a bird's voice unless he has sat at summer eveningtide at the edge of a wood and listened to the cry of t e whippoorwill. There is to -day more glory in one branch of sumach than a painter could put on a whole forest of maples. God A hath struck into the autumnal leaf a glance that none see but those who come face to face—the mountain looking upon the man, and the man looking upon the mountain. ' For several autumns I have made a tour of the far west, and one autumn, about this time, saw that which I shall never forget I have seen the autumnal sketches of Cropsey and other skilful pencils, but that week I saw a pageant 2,000 miles long. Let artists stand back when God stretches his canvas! A grander spectacle was never kindled be- fore mortal eyes, Along by the rivers, and up and down the sides of the great bills, and by the banks of the lakes there was an indescribable mingling of gold and orange and crimson and saffron, now sobering into drab and maroon, now flaming into solferino and scarlet. Here and there the trees looked as if just their tips had blossomed into fire. fn the morning light the forests seemed as if they had been transfigured, and in the evening hour they looked as if the sunset had burst and dropped upon the leaves. In more sequestered spots, where the frosts had been hindered in their work, we saw the first kindling of the flames of color in a lowly sprig; then they rushed up from branch to branch until the glory of the Lord submerged the for- est. Here you would find a tree just making up its mind to ohange,and there one looked as if, wounded at every pore, it stood bathed in carnage. Along the banks of Lake Huron there were hills over which there seemed pouring catar- acts of fire, tossed up and down every whither by the rocks. Through some of the ravines we saw occasionally a foam- ing stream, as though it were rushing to put out the conflagration. If at one end of the woods' a commanding tree would set up its crimson banner, the whole forest prepared to follow If God's urn of colors were not infinite, one swamp that I saw along the Maumee would have exhausted it forever. It seemed as if the sea of divine glory had dashed its surf to the tiptop of the Al- leghenies, and then it had come dripping down to lowest and deepest cavern. Most persons preaching from this text find only in it a vein of sadness. I find that I have two strings to this gospel harp—a string of sadness and a string of joy infinite. "We all do fade as a leaf." First—Like the foliage, we fade grad- ually. The leaves which week before last felt the frost have day by day been changing in tint and will for many days yet cling to the bough waiting for the fist of the wind to strike them. Sup- pose you that the pictured leaf that you hold in your hand took on its color in an hour, or in a day, or in a week? No; deeper and deeper the flush, till all the veins of its life now seem opened„and bleeding away. After awhile, leaf after leaf, they fall. Now those on the outer branches, then those most hidden, until the last spark of the gleaming forgo shall have been quenched. So gradually we pass away. From day to day we hardly seethe chenge. But the frosts have touched ns. The work , of decay is going on. Now a slight cold. Nor a season of overfatigue. Now a fe' . Now a stitch' in the side. Now a neuralgia thrust. Now a rheumatic twinge. Now a fall. Little by little. Pain by pain. Less steady of limb. Sight not so clear. Ear not so alert. After awhile' wo take a staff. Then, after much resistance, we come to spectacles. In- stead of bounding into the vehicle, we are willing to be helped in. At last the octogenarian falls.. Forty years of decay- ing. No sudden change. No fierceSten- Pounding of the batteries of life, but a fading away -.slowly --gradually. As the leaf, as the leaf! Again, like the leaf we fade, to make room for others. Next year's forests will be as grandly foliaged as this. ' There are other generations of oak leaVes to take chaplets and made themselves Merry hits gone down under an awful equinoctical. No bell can toll one-half the dolefulness of their condition. Frosted! But, thank God! that is not the way people always die. Tell me on what day of all the year the leaves of the woodbine are as bright as they are to -day? So Christian character is never so attractive as in the dying hour. Such go into the grave, not as a dog, with frown and harsh voice, driven into a kennel, but they pass away calmly,brightly, sweet- ly, grandly. As the leaf! As the leaf! Why go to the deathbed of disting- uished men when there is hardly a house on this street but from it a Christian has departed? When your baby died, there were enough angels in the room to have chanted a coronation. When your father died, you sat watching, and after awhile felt of his wrist, and then put your hand under his arm to see if there were any warmth left and placed the mirror to the month to see if there were any sign of breathing, and when all was over you thought how grandly he slept—a giant resting after a battle. Oh, there are many Christian deathbeds! The chariots of God, come to take his children home, are speeding every whither. This one halts at the gate of the almshouse, that one at the gate of princes. 'The shout of captives breaking their chains comes on the morning air. The heavens ring again and again with the coronation. The 12 gates of heaven are crowded with the as- cending righteous. I see the accumulated glories of a thousand Christian death- beds --an autumnal forest illumined by an antumnalsunset. They died not in shame, but in triumph. As the leaf! As the leaf! Lastly, as the leaves fade and fall only to rise, so do we All this golden shower of the woods is making the ground richer, and in the juice and sap and life of the tree the leaves will come up again. Next May the sodth wind will blow the resur rection trumpet, and they will rise. So we fall in the dust only to rise again. "The hour is coming when all who are in their graves shall hear his voice and come forth.” It would be a horrible consideration to think that our bodies were always to lie in the ground. How- ever beautiful the flowers you plant there, we do not want to make our ever- lasting residence in such a piece. I have with these eyes seen so many of the glories of the natural world and the radiant faces of my friends, that I do not want to think that when I close them in death I shall never open them again. It is bad enough to have a hand or foot amputated. In a hospital, after a soldier had had his hand taken off, lie said, "Good -by, dear old hand, you have done me a great deal of good service," and burst into tears. It is a more awful thing to think of having the whole body amputated from the soul forever. I must have m;; body again, to see with, to hear with, to wall; with. With this hand I roust clasp the hand of any loved ones when I have passed clean over Jordan and with it wave the triumphs of my king. Aha, we shall rise again! We shall rise again! As the leaf! As the leaf! Crosssing the Atlantic the ship may founder and our bodies be eaten by tame sharks, but God tameth leviathan, and we shall come again. In awful explosion of factory boiler our bodies may be shattered into a hundred fragments in the air, but God watches the disaster, and we shall come again. He will drag the deep, and ransack the tomb, and up- turn the wilderness, and torture the mountain, but he will find us and fetch us out and up to judgment and to victory. We shall come up with perfect eye, with perfect hand, with perfect foot and with perfect body. All our weaknesses left behind. We fall, but we rise; we die, but we live again! We molder away, hut we come to higher unfolding! As. the leaf! As the leaf! GASOLINE BICYCLE. New Motor Wheel That Can Go Fifteen Miles an ]Hour. Of all the new' inventions and im- provements in wheeldom, the very latest is the petroleum bicycle. With an oil can strapped on at precisely the point where the tool bag ordinarily is carried it will be possible for the cycler to ride from Maine to California at a speed of 15 miles an hour, or as much slower as he pleases without a particle of effort save the slight one of balancing his wheel. Should he tire of mechanical power it will be but a moment's work to dist connect the pedals from the motor and use his legs. The invention has been fully worked out, and there is at least one wheel in existence with the petro- leum equipment. Scores of inventors have been strugg- ling for months with the mechanical power bicycle, and for the most part un- successfully, The difficult part of the problem has been to get a motor and equipment that would not make the A Cunning Convict. A case showing great cunning and perseverance,as well as tolerance of much self-inflicted pain continued for many months, is worth telling, says Chambers' Journal. The convict was most deter- mined and resourceful in his efforts at malingering. He began by running a piece of copper wire into his knee, by which he nearly lost his leg. Re then produced a number of sores round the knee joint, and kept up a great degree of swelling and inflammation by means of rag and thread pushed into the wounds. Upon the discovery of this he took to introducing lime below the skin. On another occasion a bandage was found firmly bonud round the man's thigh, the result being, in medical phraseology, "extensive swelling and lividity of the thigh." The doctor ordered his limb to be en- veloped with a large piece of gutta percha so as to checkmate the prisoner's malpractices. The latter, however, by means of a strip of sheeting, and the skewer to which part of his dinner was attached, formed a tourniquet, and by it compressed his leg so much during the night as to quite neutralize the medical treatment it had received during the day. The imposture was at length de- tected by an order of 'the doctor to ex- pose the limb outside the bedclothes to the view of the officer by day and night, and from that hour progress was toward complete recovery. The Coffee-Earing Habit. The coffee -eating habit is on the in- crease, and it is probably the worst that can be found, says a well-known physi- cian. Coffee, when boiled and taken as a beverage, is not only untnjurious, but beneficial, unless taken in very great quantity, but when eaten as roasted is productive of a train of ills that finally result in complete physical and mental prostration. I have had a number of cases of the kind, and they are as diffi- cult to cure as those arising 'from the opium habit. The trouble is more pre- valent among young girls than anyone else. They eat parched coffee without any definite object, just as they eat soap- stone slate pencils, with much more dis- astrous results. The coffee -eater becomes weak and emaciated, the complexion is muddy and sallow, the appetite poor, di- gestion ruined and nerves all unstrung. Coffee will give a few minutes of exhil- aration followed with great weakness. The victims nearly die when deprived of the accustomed stimulant. GASOLINE BICYCLE. machine too heavy. Nearly all the elec- trical wheel's that have been devised have weighed from 80 to 100 pounds. The interesting feature of this petro- leum bicycle is that the motor and its parts weigh only 25 pounds, making a total weight, when adjusted to a 22 - pound wheel, of only 47 pounds. When filled the little oil tank or reser- voir will, it is said, last an ordinary run of ten hours, or 150 miles. By keeping in the saddle ten hours a day a wheel - man could cross the continent in 24 days, at a cost of $2.40 for oil. Alongside the handle bars of the ma- chine is set a thin lever or regulating bar, which communicates with what is called a "vibrator," just below the oil tank, and connecting with it by a small tube. This handle bar, when jerked, fulfils a double purpose. It lets a certain quantity of the oil run dowu into a can placed over the front wheel, and known as the "exploder," and an instant later it starts a little battery having four dry cells. The spark from this battery drops down into the dl below and ignites it, and it sets the motor in motion. To the motor is attached a chain on a sprocket wheel, geared to the pedals. The wheel is stopped by shutting off the supply of petroleum, which can be done very quickly. The apparatus is of about half a horse power, which is ample for one man at the rate of speed mentioned.—N. Y. Herald. In the Wrong Shop. Canvasser—I have a little device here that will save you lots of time. Business Man—My dear sir, things are so quiet that I don't know what to do with the time I have. I had an hour's conversation with a book agent yesterday and I tried' to get him to stay longer, but he wouldn't. Servants by the Thousand., In the palace of Emperor William, in Berlin,500 housemaids and, 1,800 liveried footmen find employment, WARNED AGAINST RAILWAYS. Bavarian Physicians Said They Would Produce Brain Troubles. It is well known that, when Stephen- son predicted that his locomotive would draw a train of "tracks" at the rate of twenty miles an hour, there were men of science in England who declared that no passenger could travel at, such a rate of speed and "keep their heads." A similar prediction, made by the Royal College of Physicians of Bavaria, in 1885, is now on record in the archives of the Nuremberg and Furth railway in that country. When it was proposed to build this line, the physicians of the country met and formally protested against it. "Locomotion by the aid of any kind of steam machines whatever," the Bav- arian physicians declared, "should be prohibited in the interest of the public health. The rapid movement cannot fail to produce in the passengers mental ail- ment called delirium furlosum. "Even admitting," the protest went on, "that travelers will consent to run the risk, the State can do no less than protect the bystanders. The sight alone of a locomotive passing at full speed suffices to produce this frightful malady of the brain. It is at any rate indispen- sable that a barrier at least six feet high should be erected on both sides of the track." Bees in a New Line. The busy little bee has been forced in- to a new business, that of the manufac- ture of medicated honey, in a variety of flavors, for as many kinds of diseases. It is a "French scientist," of course, that has brought about the valuable ad- dition to the pharmacopoeia. He keeps the bees in a large conservatory, or at any rate under glass so that they can only pasture upon flowers especially pro- vided and chosen for special medicinal properties, In this manner ready made physic of the most delicious kind, is gar- nered. In this way influenza, coughs and colds, indigestion, asthma and many other ills are said to be readily cured if indirectly reached, and while the palate of the weakened invalid and the stub- born child is tickled he is being surrep- titiously cured. EAK, NERVELESS AND SUFFERING GIBS A Nineteenth Century Danger. Mothers are too Delicate About Advising Their Daughters —Plain, Sensible Talks With Them. Often Save Years of Suffering. Disappointed. Some years ago one of my little nieces was told by her mother that they were going to spend the summer at Fresh- water, in the Isle of Wight. On hearing this she burst out crying. Her mother asked her what was the matter. "Oh," replied the child between her sobs, "I thought we were going to the seaside, and you say we are going to Freshwater." Time same little girl, describing Chris- tmas Day at church, wrote;— "The deoarrangements were beautiful." How They Call Have Bright Eyes, Rosy Cheeks aid he Happy. French 'Bicycle Trade. The bicycles offered for sale on the French market are manufactured in every land. France can hardly hold her own in manufacturing these machines. Eng- land supplies the largest number of for- eign wheels, a few are imported from Belgium, and many from the Untied States. Rubbing It In on Her Pa. A self-willed young woman of Denver insisted on going wheeling against the command of her father. He whipped her, and she had him arrested and convicted of assault. Now she visits him every day in jail, riding there on her wheel. This world is full of suffering and un- happiness. In every walk in lifo may be seen young girls, pale, sallow and nerve- less, the victims of trouble peculiar to their sex from which they suffer in sil- ence, and with the mistaken notion that there is no help for them. Their lives are made miserable by headaches, dizziness, palpitation of the heart, shortness of breath on the slightest exertion; an in- disposition for either work or pleasure, and frequently a feeling that life is but a dreary burden scarcely worth preserv- ing. To all such we say take hope; there is a pure for your trouble and it is with- in your power to be bright eyed, rosy oheeked and happy. Dr, Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People will restore your lost color, correct irregularities and bring back health and happiness. In proof of this assertion read the following testimony from those who have suffered and found renewed health through this marvellous medicine. William Stoughton is a well known and much esteemed farmer living in the vicinity of Barryvale, Renfrew County, Ont. He is one of the many who have reason to bless the day that Dr. Williams' Pink Pills were brought into his home, for they saved the life of his daughter. Mr. Stoughton says:"In 1893, my daugh- ter, then a picture of health and strength, went to Ardook, North Dakota. In April of that year she caught a severe cold, which brought her to the verge of the Stopped the Wheeimen. Annoyed and subjected to indignity by cyclists who persisted in using a pri- vete path on his lands, Judge John O. Smith, of Savannah, Ga., has planted 500 yards of it with broken glass and publicly anuounoed his not. Miss Catharine Flood, daughter or Patrick Flood, Esq., who lives a few miles from Mallorytown, Ont., says: "A little more than a year ago I began to decline in health. I felt constantly tired, my appetite failed and any color was deathly. My father saw a doctor and described my case, and be said the trouble was anaemia, and sent me a bottle of medicine, I found that the medicine did not agree with me and discontinued lb. X was constantly growing worse and was subject to weak spells and was fast be- coming little more than a living skele- ton. One Sunday after I bad been to church, a friend who returned with me, strongly urged me to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. I decided to give them atrial and my father purchased a supply. The first change I noticed was that the dizzi- ness was leaving me, then my appetite improved and any color began to return and soon I was enjoying as good health as I had ever done. It is now about a year since I discontinued the use of the pills and I have not felt one symptom of the old trouble. I believe that Pink Pills saved me from the grave and I strongly urge other girls who may be in a condition similar to mine to try them." Miss Alma Millar, of Upper South- ampton, N. B., says: "I scarcely know !when any illness began, as my mother was unable to work and most of the grave. The cold was followed by head- duties of a large household devolved upon ache, dizziness and palpitation of the 'me, so that I felt that I must keep up, heart, and she became so pale and em- but I kept getting worse and worse. My aoiated that her doctor there said she ,appetite failed, my complexion became was going into consumption, and advised sallow, and any eyes sunken. I was her medtroubled with dizziness, shortness of the doctorreturn'shocare. forSho some months been beforeuner breath and palpitation of the heart, un - this advice was given, and in February, til I would almost suffocate. I was also 1894, she returned Koine. She was so 'troubled with a terrible pain in the weak as to be almost helpless,and we de- 'side, I could not go up stairs without oided that the best thing to be done was to send her to the Kingston hospital, where she could have better treatment than was possible in our country home. She remained for two months in the hospital, gradually growing weaker in- stead of stronger, and as it seemed to us that there was no hope of recovery, we brought her home. At this time she was so weak as to be scarcely able to walk across a room, and was confined almost constantly to her bed. She was pale and terribly emaciated, had constant pains in her back and limbs, had literally no ap- petite, and was to all appearances gradu- ally sinking. We had given up hope, for had not the best of physicians failed to help her? My wife and I, like a good many more, had read much of the cures wrought by the use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and perhaps also, like many more, were somewhat skeptical. All else had failed, however, and we decided that perhaps Pink Pills were worth trying. Words cannot express how thankful we now are that we came to this decision. We got six boxes, and before they were all gone there was a decided improvement. Hope once more returned, and we pro cured another six boxes. She took them, and the story is now summed up in two words—was cured. She now feels neither pain nor ache; her color ,has returned; she is strong and healthy, and does not now look like one who had ever seen a day's sickness: And this great change was brought about by the use of twelve boxes of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, after months of medical treatment had failed, and at a time when death was thought to be not far off. Have we not therefore reason to speak in the warmest terms of this great life saving medicine?" Miss S. A. Manchester, of Huntley, Ont., writes: "Up to the age of 18 I was always healthy, but at that time my health began to give way. My illness came on gradually and I was growing weaker and weaker. My complexion, hitherto good, became pale and yellow, almost corpse like. My blood seemed to have turned to water; any heart would palpitate violently on the slightest exer- tion and I was easily tired. If I went to the pump for a pail of water I would tremble so badly that I could hardly reach the house with it. When going up stairs I had to rest when I reached the top, and if I walked a short distance I would almost choke from the effects of the heart palpitation. My hands and feet were most always cold. I was irregular in my periods, and altogether was a sorry spectacle. I took doctors' prescriptions, beef, iron and wine, and while these helped me some I did not get strong, nor did my blood appear to improve. Then I decided to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, When I had taken nearly two boxes I felt somewhat better, and from that out 1 began to recover quite rapidly. I con- tinued taking the Pink Pills fora couple of months and when I stopped using them I was again enjoying good health. I gained flesh and strength, the heart trouble left me, a healthy color returned to my face; my changes became regular and 'I was able to walk long distances and run up and down stairs without the least fatigue. In fact any friends scarcely realized that I was the weak and miser- able girl of a few months before. Now if I feel myself out of sorts, as the expression goes, I resort to Pink Pills and am soon myself again. I know there are many girls who suffer as I did, and it is only in, the hope that my experience will, help them that I make this statement public." ,resting, and was so afflicted with head - 'ache that my life became almost nnbear- 'able. At last I was forced to give up 'amid keep to my bed. My friends feared x 'was going into consumption, but recom- mended one remedy after another, which, however,did not help me. Finally I was !induced to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, :and in less than three weeks I was able Ito leave any bed, and after using the pills a few weeks longer I feel that I am las well as ever I was. My appetite has !returned as well, and my strength and ,general health is in every way restored. I feel that in bringing this subject before the public I am only doing justice to suffering humanity, and hope that all afflicted as I was will give Dr. Williams' Pink Pills a trial." There are very few people, especially among the agriculturalists of .Kent County, N.B., who do not know Mr. H. H. Warman, the popular agent for 'agricultural machinery, of Mollis River. !A Richibucto (N. B.) Review represent 'ative was in conversation with Mr. War - 'man recently, when the subject of Dr. !Williams' Pink Pills was incidentally (touched upon. Mr. Warman said he was la staunch believer in their curative properties, and to justify his opinion he related tile cure of his sister, Miss Jes- sie Warman, aged 15, who, he said, had been "almost wrested from the grave by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills." Miss War- man had been suffering for nearly a year with troubles incident to girlhood. She suffered from severe and almost constant headaches, dizziness, heart palpitation,end was pale and bloodless, and eventually became so weak and emaciated that her parents thought she was in consumption and had all but given up hope of her recovery. Her father spared no expense to procure relief for the poor, sufferer. The best available medical advice was employed, but no relief came, and al- though the parents were almost in de- spair they still strove to find the means of restoring their loved one to health. Mr. Warman, like everybody else who reads the newspapers, had read of the many marvellous cures effected by the use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, but like some others looked upon these stories as !"mere patent medicine advertisements." However, as everything else had failed he determined that Pink Pills should be :given a trial, with a result no less mar- jvellous than that of many other cases ;related through the press. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills have completely cured the !young lady, so that in a few months, !from a helpless and supposedly dying girl, she has become a picture of health and activity. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are a tonic medicine, enriching the • blood and ,strengthening the nerves, thus reaching !the root of disease and driving it from the system. They are beyond doubt the greatest medicine of the 19th century, land have cured in hundreds of oases after all other medicines had failed, The great popularity of Dr. Williams' Pink. Pills pas caused unscrupulous dealers to imi- tate them extensively, and intending buyers are urged to see that every box is enclosed in a wrapper bearing the tall registered trade mark "Dr, Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People." Pills col- ored pink, but sold in loose form, by the dozen, hundred or ounce, or taken from glassjars, are fraudulent imitations and should always be refused, no matter 'how plausible may be the story of the, interested dealer offering them.