Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 February 1884 — A LIVE AMERICAN GIRL ABROAD. [ARTICLE]

A LIVE AMERICAN GIRL ABROAD.

A Marvelous Dream. Last summer I was “doing London'* aa thoroughly aa an American woman without escort can, when one morning, after catching prudent glimpses of what remains of the “St. Giles,” immortalized by Hogarth or Douglas Jerrold, and of the “Seven Dials,” I turned into New Oxford street (which is topped by Tottenham court road and ends at Mudie'a Library). Walking along towards Holborn I found myself involuntarily stopping before one of the prettiest fronts I had yet seen. Naturally I looked up and saw above the number 3 an sesthetic-looklng sign against the front (for projecting signs are inadmissible in the great metropolis), on which I read “Dr. Pierce's Medicines." At once I gave a little ejaculation of Joy, and fairly rushed into the shop. Why! I had been during two whole days lamenting the awkwardness of a railway porter, who, in my transit from Southampton, after landing, had so carelessly handled my “box'* (trunk is also inadmissible in England) as to break notonly my supply of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery, that I had brought from New York, but all of his Purgative Pellets (so advisable to ladles in traveling) excepting a bottle I had in my reticule. The clerk appeared to notice my satisfaction as I looked around and saw a portrait of Dr. Pierce, whose acquaintance I had first made at a ball in the White House, when he was Congressman from the fine city of Buffalo, and saw pictures of its World's Dispensary building and of its Invalids’ Hotel, in which I had been a guest-patient (as well, let me add, as a patient guest) during a course of treatment with World's Dispensary medicines, which had changed me from a nervous, dyspeptic, fretful woman into the cheerful and healthful traveler I now found myself to be. The clerk was vastly polite as 1 told him what a surprise it was to me to find that the boons of my life time had found a home In Loudon. “Why,” he interrupted, with a smile, “the medicines of which this is the European entrepot have won thousands of grateful patients as enthusiastic as you seem to be.” Of course in a short time the mishap with the railway porter was forgotten, and, after giving an order for a new assortment of the “Golden Discovery” and “Pellets” sent to my lodgings in Bernal street, I was again threading my way through the London crowds. Fatigued with the day's exercise and enjoyment I retired early to bed, and with the pleasant incident of - Ox ford street well to the fore in my mind as I fell asleep. W hat wonder that I dreamed, or that my fancies traveled across the 2 tlantic to Buffalo and to tne Invalids’ Hotel, which had to me the same grateful memories as the church of her marriage has •to the happy wife. I seemed to be in a palace car between Albany and Buffalo, and the newsboy had brought me a copy of the marvelous book sold freely on all the trains, “The People’s Common Sense Medical Adviser,” by Dr. Pierce, ex-Senator and ex-Congressman. I was again reading its. pages, expressed, us all medical books for the people should be expressed, in “plain English/’ and which is full of everything relating to the ills which flesh is heir to, so that the book may be well called the Invalids* Bible and the Testament for the already strong, who would keep themselves always strong,. The book, which takes the child in the cradle through all the ills of nutrition and dentition; ths mother in her agonies; the husband in his depressions; the father in his sufferings from overwork; and shows each and all (and even the practicing physician, who thinks be knows so much and yet has always new things to learn) how the brain is weakened in functions, the lung pqisoned, the blood contaminated, the liver made torpid, the heart disarranged, the muscles made rigid, the nerves shattered, and the tissues and absorbents infected with the subtle poisons of excesses and malaria. And finally, the precious volume—the veriest gospel of health ,in this world—turns the reader’s attention to the Golden Medical Discovery, that, whether it is used upon the pores of the body dr sent into the channels of the body through the processes of assimilation and digestion,immediately “cools the brow and tempers the brain, and maketh the faint one strong again.” In my dream I had arrived at Buffalo, given my book to an Interesting invalid of a girl who sat npar me, and whose modestly filled purse seemed to forbid her the boon of the book albeit it was so unusually cheap—six pages of the profusely illustrated book tor each cent °f lts dollar and a half cost! And I had been repaid by her looks of gratitude. Then in my dream the once familiar sound of “ Dr. Pierce's World’s Dispensary and Invalids’ Hotel” was heard from the healthy and attentive porters awaiting the arrival of patients. Then I was driven to the old place with its revivifications of architecture and comforts.

As I drove up I seemed to see the hotel in a blaze of light, and heard music and the sounds of happy voices and of lightly moving feet. More surprised than ever before I was taken in hand by a female attendant —as bright-looking as these ever are in dreamland, and in a moment, as it seemed, was clad in full evening costume, and soon, escorted by an usher, was entering the great diningroom, transformed into a salon of reception. At one end in huge electric letters I saw the words, “Welcome, restored old patients,”—at the other end, “Dr. Pierce, the Hotel Founder,” —in the center of one long side, “Golden Medical Discovery," and along the ceiling, also in electric letters, “Purgative Pellets.” As soon as this wonderful spectacle of dreamland had became sufficientlyTia'turalized to my dazed senses I looked around and saw such happy congratulatory groups as made me think I was indeed in a phase of Paradise. With words of whispered assurance, the usher led me to the highest portion of the room, where sat a Cleopatra-like woman of rare beauty and condescending carriage. “Permit me, oh, Queen of Health, to present to you another of your subjects—she who only a year ago was, without her will, excluded from, but has now re-entered, your dominions.” She placed her cool hand in mine, the which as I kissed a thrill of new delight ran over my veins, and with a sceptreheaded with a charmingly cut bottle of silver Dearing In monogram the letters “G. M. D.,” she touched both my eyes which seemed to anew drink in the gorgeous sight around me. “And now,” said the Queen of Health, “let mo present you to ray Prime Minister.” Timed with her gesture to the right, I turned my eyes and there saw, in evening costume, a robust gentleman of medium stature, who was in physique the very ideal typo of American manhood. He seemed the very embodiment c' hnnl-hf.’,! vigorous vitality, and on his full lofty brow I saw great indications of comprehensive mental power, sweet benevolence, unvarying courtesy, tender sympathy, and business sagacity. He smiled and extended his hand. When 1 recognized him in the instant, and rushing impetuously towards him seemed in my dream to say, “Oh, Queen, this my preserver, my ever-to be remembered physician, Dr. Pierce.” He greeted me as warmly as I greeted him. At this the music struck up congratulatory chords in unison with the beating of my heart, and he whispered in my ear, “My best delight (and to it I have given my life, even at the sacrifice of a public carer and promised honors) is to benefit those whom illness and disease afflict.” A fresh procession of guests arriving at the foot of the throne of the Queen of Health, and demanding her attention, as it seemed to me in my exhilarating dream, as well as the attention of her Prime Minister Pierce, I receded with my escort, and was soon mingling with the happy groups, the members of which seemed bent upon enthusiastically exchanging with bach other memories of their happy experience under the advice, whether here or at their homes, of Dr. Pierce, through his books and through his medicines, now controlled by a syndicate of capitalists, under the title of the “World’s Dispensary Medical Association.” “I was a sickly school girl,” said one, “ignorant of the very rudiments of physiology, and a victim internally to my ignorance, but the * Medical Adviser’ recommended the ‘Favorite Prescription’ and it soon restored me to bellehood, and here I am, full of health and gratitude.” Her escort was a Harvard student, who told me that a short time previous he had been worn by indiscreet alternations of Boston pleasure-seeking and Cambridge study, a very martyr to poisoned blood and dyspepsla,but "Medical Discovery,” he joyously added, “not only made me what I am, but, by its constant use. keeps me what 1 am.” As he moved away with the young lady, his affianced wife, I could not but regret the small numbers in good society of as handsome healthy young fellows as ho. “I,” remarked a plump matron in black velvet and

diamonds, “had all the world could rive me except health. We exhausted the baths ot Europe and spent what fb bomb would be a fortune on ‘eminent’ physicians of Paris, until I returned home to die. But chance mere chance, I am now ashamed to say—threw Dr. Pierce's ‘Favorite Prescription' in my way, and all my weaknesses vanished as the dew before the rising midsummer ■un. In two months I was a well woman.’* The powerful voice of a baritone, pressed into the service of a song—still in my dream—at one of the grand pianos of the Invalids* hotel, aroused my wonder, and soon the possessor of the voice was exciting our marvel by the narration of how he owed it, after a total destruction of voioe by bronchitis,- to an entire reoxygenation of lungs and throat, through “Golden Discovery,’* which was now his constant companion. Gracefully dancing in the edsuinp quadrille, I saw a gentleman whom I was assured had not long ago been crippled with rheumatism beyond even the palliation of the Hot Springs of Arkansas, yet who, under “Golden Discovery,” had seemed to renew his strength, like the favored of the Psalmist's song. As I moved about from group to group, 1 heard but one strain told in many ways—and that how marvelously, in its one great mission of purifying the blood (which was the fountain of health or disease) the Golden Medical Discovery had come to their homes—in some instances after years of suffering and useless expenditures—to renovate, and to make the names of Dr. Pierce and the World's Dispensary Medical Association household words of cheer. Some had been cured by the Discovery of great eating ulcers, that bad gnawed away at their flesh for years despite all the usual remedies. Others had been restored to the full vigor of health after one lung had been wastea by consumption (which is scrofula of the lungs), qnd after night-sweats, spitting of blood, and kindred symptoms, had manifested, themselves. Various forms of scrofulous diseases, as fever-sores, white swellings, and hip-joint disease, had been conquered with the worldfamed blood-purifier—Golden Medical Discovery. Presently a bugle from the orchestra gave the summons to supper and all the guests began to pair. Little Nubian boys in scarlet uniforms (bright as everything bright is In dreamland) then glided in bearing little silken pennons, each exposing the words "Hope in G. M. D.,” which they distributed in line of march, and which each guest joyfully bore aloft. Another bugle call for attention, and I saw two venerable, sweet-faced men of Grecian features approaching the Queen of Health, holding in their hands two wreaths of evergreen—the veritable laurel from the Athenian groves. She stepped from her throne, as complaisant monarchs do, and raised them to her dais. Another bugle for silence and she spoke: "My guests, before we sup an interesting ceremony remains. He on my right is Hippocrates from the Spirit Land. He on my left is Aesculapius. They come to crown our Dr. Pierce with the great laurels of his noble profession—they the great Past Grand Masters of the Healing Art, who best know who is conqueror of disease.” In a moment Dr. Pierce was about bending his knee in respectful obeisance to these ancient Professors when a gesture from both arrested him, as with dainty but dignified motions they placed upon his head the laurel leaves—each saying in a unison of musical monotone, “Thou art our legitimate successor,” while a burst of orchestral acclaim Hid a chorus of thanksgiving.huzzas from the guests arose. Immediately above this royal and supornaturally looking tableau I saw in pillars of rosy light these great words, the motto of the crowned Dr. Piexce, and which reveals the secret? of his almost divine success, “The Blood is the Life." And with that I awoke, in my quaint little lodgings, to find (an unusual thing for London at early morning any day) cheery sunlight streaming into the room, as there upon my toilet tabic were my restored adjuncts to continued life and happiness—the Oxford street supply of Golden Medleal Discovery, the guarantee of my continuing health. Dear reader, although the foregoing is only the narration of a dream, yet tt but truthfully reflects the marvelous cures wrought by those world-famed medicines that have, from their intrinsic merits, become standard remedies In all civilized countries foV the commoner ills of niankbvt