Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 41, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 April 1882 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER

FOR THE

PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, APRIL 8, 1882

CHANGES. SL'MMEB,

Two sura mer weeks—oh, short the time! How swift the sweet days roll, Then every morning brought a row,

And every night a stroll.

These two were never seen apart, No matter what the weather, For rain and shine, in doors or out,

But brought these tw aether.

WINTER.

On Beacon street they meet and p&se— A bow and that is all. Says she, "The fool I met at York-

Hope he won't come to call." He sees her bow, and lifts his bat, Politeness to the letter. Says he, "By Jove I've seen that girl, wonder where I met her —Harvard Lampoon.

Who are Happiest?

What troubles you, William?" said Mrs. Aiken, speaking to ber husband in a tone of kind concern, while he sat silent and moody, with his eyes now fixed upon the floor, and now following the forms of hi* plainly-clad children as they sported, full of life arid spirits, about the room.

It was evening, and Mr. Aiken, a man who earned his Bread by the Bweat cf his brow, had, a little while before, returned from his daily labor.

No answer was made to his wife's question. A few minutes went by, and then she spoke again. "Is anything wrong with you, William?" "Nothing more than usual," was replied. "There's always something wrong. The fact is, I'm out of heart ''William?"

Mrs. Aiken came and stood beside her husband, and laid ber hand gently upon his shoulder.

The evil spirit of envy and disrontent was in the poor man's heart. This his wife understood right well. She had often before seen him in this frame of mind. "1'in as good as Freeman, am I not?" "Yes, and a great deal better, Ihope," replied Mrs. Aiken. "And yet he is rolling in wealth, while I, though compelled to toil early and late, can scarcely keep soul and body together.'' "Hush, William! Don't talk so. It does you no good. We have a comfortable home, with food and raiment then let us therewith be contented and thankful." "Thankful for this mean hut! Thankful for hard labor, poor fare, and coarse clothing!" "None are so bappy as those who labor none ever enjoy better health than those who have only the very plainest food. Do you ever go hungry to bed, William?" "No, of course not." "l)o you or your children shiver in the cold of Winter for lack of warm clothing?" "No but "William! Do not look paStyourreal comforts in envy of the blessings God has given to others. Depend upon it, we receive all of this world's goods the kind Father above sees it best for us to have. With more, we might not be so happy as we are." "I'll take all that risk," said Aiken. "Give me plenty of money, and I'll And a way to largely increase the bounds of enjoyment." "The largest amount of happiness, I believe, is ever to be found in that external condition in which God has placed us." "Then every poor man should willingly remain poor." "1 tlid not say thst, William I think every man should seek earnestly to improve his worldly affairs, yet be content with his lot at all times, for only in contentment is there happiness, and that is "a blessing the poor may share equally with the rich. Indeed, 1 believe the poor li.ive this blessing in larger store. Ydu, for instance, area happier man than Mr. Freeiuan." "I'm not so sure of that." "I am, then. Look at his face. Doesn't that tell the story? Would you change with him in every respect?" "No, not in every respect. I would like to havo his money." "Ah, William! William!" and Mrs. Aiken shook her head. "Youaro giving place in your heart to the spirit of discontent, 'i'ry to enjoy, fully, what you have, and you will be a far happier "man than Mr. Freeman. Your sleep is gonad at night." "I Know. A man who labors as hard as I do, can't help sleeping soundly." "Then labor is a blessing, if for'nothing else. To-day 1 took home a couple

Of aprons made for Mrs. Freeman. She .looked pale and troubled, and I asked her if she were uot well."

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"'Not very,'" she replied. "'I've lost so much rest of late, that I'm almost worn out.'" "I did not ask why this was but, after remaining silent for a few moments, she said— 'Mr. Freeman has become so excited about business, that he sleeps scarcely three hours in the twenty-four. He cares neither for eating nor drinking and, if I did not watch bim, would scarcely appear abroad in decent apparel. Hardly a day passes that something does not go wrong. Workmen fail in their contracts, prices fall below what he expected them to be, agents nrovo unfaithful in fact, a hundred things occur to interfere with his expectations, and to cloud his mind with disappointment We were far happier when wq were poor Mrs. Aiken. There was a time when we enjoyed life. Bright days! how well are "they remembered! Sir. Freeman's income was twelve dollars a week we lived in two rooms, and did all our wwn work. I had fewer wants then than I have ever had since, and was far happier than I ever expect to be again on this side of the grave.'"

Just then a cry was heard in the street. "Hark!" exclaimed Mr. Aiken. "Fire! Fire! Fire!" The startling sound rose upon the air.

Aiken sprang to the window and threw it open. "Mr. Freeman's new buildiug, as I .iw!"

Aiken dropped the window, and catching up bis bat, hurriedly left the house ft was an hour ere be returned. Meanwhile, the tiro raged furiously, and from ber window, where Rhe was safe from harm, Mr*. Aiken saw the large new factory*, which the rich man had just ere't«0. entirely consumed bv the fierce, devoarinc element. All in vain was it that the intrepid firemen wrought almost miracles of dating, in their efforts to save the building. Story after story was successively wrapped in flames, until, at length, over tiftv thousand dollars worth of property lay in a heap of black and smouldering ruins.

NVet to the skin, and covered with cinder*t wn* Mr. A-ken when he returned

to his humble abode after having worked manfully, in his unselfish efforts to rescue a portion of his neighbor's property from destruction. "Poor Freeman! I pity him from my very heart!" was bis generous, sympathizing exclamation, as soon as he met his wife. "He is insured, is he not?" inquired Mrs. Aiken. "Partially. But even a full insurance would be a poor compensation for such a loss. In less than two weeks, this new factory, with all its perfect and beautiful machinery, would bave been in operation. The price of goods is now high, and Mr. Freeman would have cleared a handsome sum of money on the first season's product of his mill. It is a terrible disappointment for him. I never saw a man so much disturbed." "Poor man! His sleep will not be as sound

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yours to-night, William."

"Indeed it will not." "Nor, ri$h as he is, will he be as happy as you, to-morrow." "If I were as rich as he is," said Aiken, "I would not fret myself to death for this loss. I would, rather, be thankful for the wealth still left in my possession."

Mrs. Aiken shook ber head. "No, William, the same spirit that makes you restless and discontented now, would be with you, no matter how greatly improved might be your condition. Mr. Freeman was once as poor as you are. Do yoa think him happier for his riches? Does he enjoy life more? Has wealth brought a greater freedom from care? Has it made his sleep sweeter? /Far, very far from it. Riches have but increased the sources of discontent." "This is not a necessary consequence. If Mr. Freeman turn a blessing into a euree, that is a defect in his particular case." "And few, in this fallen and evil world are free from this same defect, William. If wealth were sought from unselfish ends, then it would make its possessor happy. But how few so seek riches. It is here, believe me, that the evil lies."

Mrs. Aiken spoke earnestly, and something of the truth that was in her mind shea its beams upon the mind of her husband. "You remember," said she, smiling, "the anecdote of the rich man in New York, who asked a person who gave utterance to words of envy toward himself, 'Would you,' said he, 'take all the care und anxiet^ attendant upon the management of my large estate and extensive business operations, merely for our victuals and clothes?' 'No, indeed,

would not,' was the quick answer. 'I

get no more,' said the rich man, gravely.

And it was the truth, William. They who get rich in this world pass up through ince&sant toil and anxiety, and while they seem to enjoy all the good things of life, in reality enjoy but little. They get only their victuals and clothes. I have worked for many rich ladies, and I do not remember one who appeared to be happier than I am. And I am mistaken if your experience is not very much like my own."

A few days after this time, Aiken came home from his work one evening. As he entered the room where his wife and children sat, the former looked up to bim with a cheerful smile of welcome, and the latter gathered around him, filling hiB ear3 with the music of their happy voices. The father drew an arm around one another, and, as he sat in their midst, his heart swelled in his bosom, and warmed with aglow of happiness.

Soon the evening meal was served— served by the hands of his wife—the good angel of liis hsftibl* home. William Aiken, as he looked around upon his smiling children, and their true-heart-ed, even-tempered, cheerful mother, felt that he had many blessings for which lie should be thankful.

I saw something a little while ago that I shall not soon forgot," said he, when alone with his wife. "What was that, William?" "I had occasion to call at the.house of Mr. Eiddr on some business, as I came home this evening. Mr. Elder is rich, and I have often envied him but I shall do so no more. I found him in his sitting room alone, walking the floor with a troubled look on his face. He glanced at me with an impatient expression as I entered. I mentioned my business, when he said abruptly and rudely: 'I've no time to think of that now.' "As I was turning away, a door of the room opened, and Mrs. Elder and two children entered. "'I wish you would send them children up to the nursery,' he exclaimed, in a fretful, half-angry voice. "I'm in no humor to be troubled with them now.' "The look cast upon their father by those two innocent little children, as their mother pushed them from the room, I shall not soon forget. I romerabercd, as I left the house, that there had been a large failure in Market street, and that Mr. Elder was daid to be the loser by some ten thousand dollars— less than a twentieth part of what he is worth. I am happier than be is to-night, Mary." "And happier you may ever be, William," returned bis wife, "if you but stoop to the humble flowers that spring up along your pathway, and, like the bee, take the honey they contain. Ood knows what, in external things, iB best for us and he will make either poverty or riches, whichever comes, a blessing, if we are humble, patient and contented."

SLEEPLESS SLADE. Ind. Herald.

Slade, the medium, may be a very brave man, but be is full of fears at night. He refuses to sleep by himself. Wnen here, ho engages a man to stay with bim every night for company. "When by himself, tbe spirits trouble him so that sleep is impossible. Hejis in such terror from the spiritual visitors that he fears he may receive bodily harm from them. The man who slept with him here says the night was not serene, peaceful and undisturbed. The darkness was made hideous by whispers, voices, and divers sounds. Slade was nervous and sleepless. Every now and then he would say: "Do vou see that fellow over by the door? There he goes. Now be is at tbe foot of the bed. Here they come like legions around me. See them on tbe bed." The sleeper could see nothing but hecould bear the uproar of the spirits, and he declares that shoes would' be thrown upon the bed, and that when be would tosstbeua buck to the floor, up tbey come again. Verily spiritualism is a niistery, and the sleepless Slade makes money out of tbe phenomenon.

Mr. F. P. Bonner, of Meadville, Pa„ writes: "I feel likea new-born creature. Transformed from a crabby dyspeptic and nervous sufferer to a robust, strong, healthy man, it all seems like a dream, yet Brown's Iron Bitters did it. I feel very kindly toward everybody, especially to the

In venters of so good a medi­

cine." FROM numerous cases of Dyspepsia and Constipation, cured by the use of Fellows'Compound Syiup of Hyphophosphi#-*, its efficacy in restoring tbe functions of Digestion and Evacuation ts manifest.

BEAUTY.

"Beautiful!" exeknaed Mary Marvel with a toss of the bead and a slight curl of her cherry lips.^ "There isn't a good feature in her face." "And yet, I think ber beautiful," was the calm reply of Mrs. Hartley. "Why, aunt! Where are your eyes?"

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where they have always been,

my child." "Agnes iB a good girl," said Mary speaking in a less confident manner. "Every one knows this but, as to being handsome, that is altogether another thing." "Is there not a beauty iu goodness, Mary asked Mrs. Hartley, in her low quiet way, as she looked with her calm eyes into the young girl's face. "Ob, yes, of course there is, aunt. But the beauty of goodness is one thing, ancfthe beauty on the face another." "The former generally makes itself visible in tbe latter. In a pure, unselfish, loving heart, lives the very spirit of beauty.' "Oh, yes, aunt. All that we know. But, let the spirit be ever so beautiful, it cannot re-mould the homely countenance the ill-formed mouth, tbe ugly nose, tbe wedge-shaped chin must remain to offend the eye of taste." "Do you think Miss Williams very homely asked Mrs. Hartley. "She is deformed, aunt." "Well?" "Sbe has no personal beauty whatever." "Do you think of this when you are with her?" "Not now. But, when I first saw her, she so offended my eyes that I could hardly remain in the room where she was.'•'You do not see her deformity now?" "I rarely think of it." "Tbe spirit of beauty in her heart has thrown a veil over herperson." "It may be so, aunt. One thing is certain, I love her." "More than you do Elletf Lawson "I can't bear Ellen Lawson The whole manner of the young expressed repugnance. "And yet, Ellen, by common consent, is acknowledged'to be beautiful." "She's pretty enough but I don't like her. Proud, vain, il-tempered. Oh dear these spoil everything." "In other words, the deformity of her spirit throws a veil over her person." "Explain it as you will, aunt. Enough that Ellen Lawson is no favorite of mine. Whenever I gaze into her brilliant eyes, something looks out of them that causes me to shrink from her."

The conversation between Mary Marvel and her aunt was interrupted at this point by the entrance of a visitor.

Mary was passing through her twentieth summer. She was handsome and she knew it. No wonder, then, that she was vain of her good looks. And being vain, no wonder that, in attiring her person, she thought less of maidenly good taste than of effects which quickly uttract the eye.

She had beautiful hair, that curled naturally and so, when dressed for company, a perfect shower of glossy ringlets played ostentatiously about her freely exposed snowy neck and shoulders, causing the eyes of many to rest upon and follow her, whose eyes a modest maiden might wish to bave turned away. In fact, Mary's attire, which was generally a little in excess, so set off her showy person that it was scarcely possible for her to be in company without becoming tbe observed of all observers, and drawing around her a group of gay young men, ever ready to offer flattering attentions and deal in flattering words, where such things are taken in the place of truth and sincerity.

Such, with a substratum of good sense, good principles and purity of character, was Mary Marvel.

Some few days after the conversation with which this sketch opens occurred, Mary was engaged in dressing for an evening party, when her aunt came into her room. "How do I look, aunt?" enquired Mary, who had nearly completed her toilet.

Mrs. Hartley shook her bead and looked grave. "What's the matter aunt? Am I over-dressed as you say, again "I would rather say, under-dressed," replied tho aunt. "But, you are not, certainly, going in this style?" "How do you mean?" And Mary threw a glance of satisfaction into her mirror. "You intend wearing your lace cap?" "Oh, dear, no!"

Mary's neck and shouldeis were too beautiful to be hidden even under a film of gossamer. "Nor under-sleeves?'? "Why aunt! Howyoutalk!' "Where are your combs?"

Mary tossed her head until every freed ringlet danced in tbe brilliant light and fluttered around her spotless neck. "Ah, child!" sighed Mrs. Hartley "this is all an en or, depend upon it. Attire like your's never won for any maiden that manly respect of which the heart has reason to be proud." "Oh, aunt! Why will you talk so? Do you really think that I am so weak as to dress with the mere end of attracting attention You pay me a poor compliment "Then why dA you dress in a manner so unbecoming?" "I think it very becoming!" And Mary threw ber eyes again upon the mirror. '•Time, I trust, will correct your error," said Mrs Hartley, speaking partly ,to herself for experience, bad taught ber how futile it was to attempt to Influence her niece in a matter like this.

And so, in ber "undress," as Mrs Hartley made free to call her scanty garments, Mary went to spend the evenin in a fashionable company, ber head

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ed with tbe vain notiou that sbe would, on that occasion at least carry off tbe palm of beauty. And something more than simple vanity was stirring in ber heart. There was to be a guest at tho party in wbose eyes she especially desired to appear lovely—and that was a young man named Percival, whom she had meta few times, and who was just such a one as a maiden might well wish to draw to ber side. At a recent meeting, Percival had shown Mary more than ordinary attentions in fact, tbe beauty of ber person and graces of ber mind bad made upon his feelings more than a passing impression.

On entering the rooms, where a large portion of the company were already assembled, Mary produced as sbe bad expected and desired, some little sensation, and was soon surrounded by a circle of gay young men. Among these, however, sbe did not meet Percival. It was, perhaps, half an hour after lier arrival, that Mary's eyes rested on tbe form of him sbe bad been looking for ever since her entrance. He was standing alone in a distant part of the room, ana was evidently regarding ber wiih fixed attention. Sbe blushed, and heart beat quickeras sbe discovered this. Almost instantly a group of young persons cairte between ber and Percival, and sbe did not sec bim again for some twenty minutes. Then he was sitting by the side of Agnes Gray, the young lady to whom

her aunt referred as being beautiful, and whom she regarded with very different ideas. Agnes wore a muslin dress, that fitted close to the neck her beautiful hair was neatly but not showily arranged, and had a single ornamont, which was not conspicuous.

For the first time an impression of beauty Agnes affected tbe mind of Miss Marvel. She had been listening to something said by Mr. Percival, and was just in tbe act of replying, when Mary's eyes rested upon her and then the inward beauty of her pure spirit so filled every feature of her face, that she looked the impersonation of loveliness. A sigh heaved the bosom of Mary Marvel, and from that moment her proud self-satisfaction vanished.

An hour passed, and yet Percival did not seek her in the crowd, though during that time he had danced not only with Agnes Gray but with one or two others.

It was towards the close of the evening, and Mary dispirited and weary, was sitting near one of the doors that opened from the drawing-room, when she heard her name-mentioned in an undertone by a person standing in the hall. She listened involuntarily. The remark was, "I hardly know whether to pronounce Miss Marvel beautiful or not."

The person answering this remark was Percival, and his words were: "I once thought her beautiful. But that was before I met one more truly beautiful." "Ah! Who hasjcarried off the palm in your eyes?" "You have seen Agnes Lee "Oh, yes. But she is not as handsome as Miss Marvel." "She has not such regular features but the more beautiful spirit within shines forth so radiantly as to throw around her person the very atmosphere of beauty so artless, so pure, so innocent. To me she is the realization of my best dreams of maiden loveliness." "Miss Marvel," remarked the other, "spoils everything by her vanity and love of display. She dresses in shocking bad taste.'' "Shocking to me!" said Percival. "Really, her arms, neck and bosom are so much exposed that I cannot go near her. I would almost blush to look into ber face. And yet, I respect and esteem her highly. Pity that personal vanity should spoil one who has so many good qualities—so much to win our love and admiration."

Tbe j'oung men moved away and Mary beard no more. Enough however had reached her ears to overwhelm her with pain and mortification. She soon retired from the company. The rest of the night was spent in weeping.

The lesson was severe, but salutary. When Percival next met Mary Marvel, her dress and manners were much more to his taste but she had changed too late to win him to her side, for bis heart now worshipped at another shrine.

A PICTURE WORTH BEHOL DING. N. Y. Evening Telegram. Hanging between two small windows, and catching the light from a larger one opposite, in one of the ollices of the Adams Express Company, at 59 Broadway, New York—tbe office occupied by Mr. W. H. Hall, head of the delivery department—is a plainly-finished but neat-ly-framed chromo, about,by 3 feet in size, which is looked upon by hundreds of people daily, on many of whom it has a wonderful and salutary effect. It represents a flight of half a dozen rough stone steps leading from the swarded bank of a placid lake to a little rustic tomple set in the .rugged side of the mountain which rises in stupendous proportions in the background all covered with a rank, luxuriant growth of foliage in brush and tree. In the open door of this little temple stands a halfconcealed figure, with an arm and hand extended, holding forth a small, dimly defined package, while seated on the sward at tbe foot of the steps, an aged pilgrim, barefooted, lame, and decrepid, bears a staff in one band, and in the other holds before bis dim eyes a small bottle, wbose label bo eagerly scans. This label bears the words, "St. Jacobs Oil, the Great German Remedy." Simple as this little chromo appears in its unostentatious position, it has an influence which it would be difficult to estimate. "It is to that picture and the persuasions of Mr. Hall," said Mr. Edward J. Douglass, a gentleman connected with Mr. Hall's department, "that I owe my present abitity to perform my work. Some weeks ago I was violently attacked with sciatic rheumatism, ana hour by hour I grew worse, and nothing my family or the doctor could do gave me any relief. I began to think, in a few days, that my case was hopeless, and that I was doomed to be an invalid and helpless cripple for life. But at last I thought of that picture which I had so often looked at with but little interest, and then Mr. Hall came to my bedside, and telling me how St. Jacobs Oil had cured bim of a worse and longer-standing case than mine, urged me to use tbe same remedy. I did so that very night, directing my wife not to spare it, but to apply it thoroughly, according to tbe directions this she did with a large piece of flan nel cloth, saturated with the Oil, and then bound tbe cloth to the affected parte. The next morning I was free from pain, and, although a little sore in the hip, was able to dress myself, and tbe next day resumed ray duties in tbe office, as sound as a dollar. Here I am now in full health and strength, having had no touch of rheumatism or other pain since. Whenever I see one of our drivers or any other person who shows any symptoms, of lameness or stiffness, I point bim to the picture in Mr. Hall's office, and then direct him to go for St. Jacobs Oil at once."

A World want* proof. "The proof of ttie pudding is the eating thereof," and not in chewing the string which tied the bag. Therefore take Dr. Jones' Red Clover Tonic. It cures all blood disorders, torpid liver, sick headache, costiveness and all diseases of the urinary organs. The best appetizer and tonic known. Sold by Groves fc Lowry. Fifty cents per bottle. (1)

As a purifier of the blood, Ayer's Sarsaparilla has no equal. It wonderfully improves tbe complexion, and brings to old and young the bloom of health.

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TOE eminent physician, J. Marion Sims, M. D., New York: "lam convinced that Prof. Darbys Prophylactic Fluid is a most valuable disinfectant."

For small diseases, use Persons waiting it freely. It will prevent smallpox, scarlet fever, diphtheria, or any contagious disease from spreading, and tbe worst cases will yield to its purifying effects.

Symptom* «r Paralysis. A twitching of the eyes, numbness of tbe bands and feet, with more or lets pain and throbbing at the base of tbe Drain, are some of tbe premonitory! symptoms of this rapidly increasing dis-' ease. German Hop Bitters should be taken vi yon are warned by any ofj these syuj^itoms. (2m)

WELL MERITED SUCCESS.

\A gentleman once asked a distinguished dispensing druggist to explain the secret of the almost universal demand for Dr. Richmond's Samaritan Nervine. He s&id that it was in fact a genuine medicine—such a compound as every physician would prescribe for the disease which it was advertised to cure. Of course it cost less than any druggist would charge for the same article supplied on a physician's prescription, and besides, there was a saving of the doctor's fee in addition. Moreover, by buying the drugs in such enormous quantities, and having a perfect apparatus for compounding the mixture, he was not only enabled to get better articles in the first place, but also to present tbe medicine in better form, aud at less price than the same preparation could jbe possibly obtained from any other source. Dr. Richmond has devoted all his energies to the allevation of human suffering. With this end in view, and with his whole heart in his great labor for the benefit of the afflicted, he has-achieved marked and merited success. There can be no real success without true merit. That bis success is real is evidenced by the fact that his reputation as a man and physician does not deteriorate, and the fact that there is a steadily increasing demand for his Samaritan Nervine proves that it is no nostrum, but a reliable remedy. He has repeatedly informed the public that it is no patent medicine, and no patent has ever been asked for or obtained. Neither does he advertise it as a cure-all. There are hundreds of diseases that he acknowledges it will not cure. It may be urged that some of these diseases are so widely different that it seems absurd to prescribe the same remedy. They may differ in symptoms, yet in character by Iprecisely similar and then we must take into consideration tbe fact that remedies may possess various properties. Thus, some medicines are both tonic and alterative others may be tonic and lexative, the properties"differing according to the quantity administered and the time and circumstances which demand its employment.

In the manufacture of any pharmaceutical preparation the purity aud strength of the materials used, and tho requisite machinery to be employed, are among the chief essentials. The first is insured by purchasing theingredientsin large quantities, whereby the exercise of greater care iu selecting the materials can be afforded and the second can only be accomplished where the business is sufficiently extensive to warrant a large outlay of capital in procuring chemical apparatus. These facts apply with espedal force to the manufacture of our medicines, their quality having been vastly improved since the demand has become so great as to require their manufacture in very laage quantities.

These are not mere speculative remarks to mislead the reader, or to imbue bim with false views of the superiorityjof our medicines. While inspecting Dr. Richmond's establishment you would be surprised to see the admirable facilities, both chemical and mechanical, which he employs in the prosecution of his business. Everything is arranged in the most perfectly systematic order, and while to the general obsorver there appears to be no room for improvement, yet new apparatus and mechanical appliances are constantly being procured for the establishment.

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Since the days of Hippocrates no remedy has obtained so boundless confidence or conferred on mankind so estimable a blvssing as Swayne's Ointment.

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It curesTettne, Itch. Salt Kheum, Scald Head, Barbers Itch, Sores, Scaly, Crusty, Itchs Skin Eruptions vand that terrible maI lady, "Itching Piles." 'i Tho symptoms of -which are moisture like perspiration, lntense itching—parti-'-calarly at night after getting warm, which reels as if pin worms were crawling in and about the lectum.

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The private parts are -often affected. For this or any skin dlsease Swayne's Oint-J-ment is superior to any article in the the market.

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"I have suffered 2£ years from Itching Plles.consulted many physicians and used many remedies but found no permanent until I used Swayne's Ointment." Geo. -Simpson, New Haven, Ct.

Diseases" Diseases" Diseases" Diseases" Diseases" Diseases" Diseases" Diseases"

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In the form of pills* also In the form of lotcii receipt of price, |1 per box for olthcr. Mrs. TU freelyanawera all lcttera of Inquiry. Bend for lot. Address as above. Mention thia

No family should lo without tTDIA E. FINB LIVEIt PIUS.

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torpidity of the llrcr. 85 cents per bo*.

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CONSUMPTION.j

Owing to a popular idea that a irnml to cure a variety of maladies should t»r ed with caution, if not suspicion, the Ini hesitated some time in placing it befol public but from the gratifying assunk] a great number of the in re vftii i'/.lm health-renewing properties of his pi tlon of Hypophosphltes, under ii van circumstances, he is funnily sutisllM these effects are secured by Its use, tl action is peculler to his preparation, Con*nin|*j ton is not only curuiti^| to a certain stage, is as easily most oilier organic diseases.

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While it is the aim of the inventor vey Information to such as rci|uhf I ponhospliltes, It is his firm belief II, will be valuable to all who desire a or who are struggling for health. "With a faith based upon thcex|er twelve years, he would not despair of ing a patient suffering from the above-) disease, even though reduced to a state and not complicated by aciuhnfl loss.

FLINT, Micir.. May Will

Dear Sir: Allow me to say that your •'Hypophosphltes"most hlghlj those engaged in professions wh' largely on the nervous aystem it is In I have used it myself with the niosi tory results and liave introduced It number of my people.

Reverend It. W. II

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'Pastor St. Michael's Cnthollr HOLD BY ALL DRUUUJSTi-l

Is a compound of the virtues

of

parilla, stillingia, mandrake, dock, with the iodide of potash »»i all powerful blood-making, blooc ing, and life-sustaining elements the purest, safest, and most alterativo available to tbe ptiblii sciences of medicine and

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never produced a remedy so poi cure all diseases resulting from blood. It cures Scrofula an scrofulous diseases, Ery« Rose, or St. Anthony's Fire

les and Face-grubs, P» Bolls. Tumors, Humors, Salt Kheum, Scaluj Ring-worm, Ulcers, Sores, matTsm, Mercurial Disease,I ralgio, Female Weakness""?! Irregularities, Jaundice, AfTtl of the Liver, Dyspepsia, KI tion, and General Debility

By its searching and cleansin, ties it purges out the foul corr which contaminate the blood an derangement and decay. It st»v| the vital functions, restores a serves health, and infuses new vigor throughout the whole syste sufferer from any disease of to need despair wbo will give SARSAPAIIILLA a fair trial.

It is folly to experiment with tnerous low-priced mixtures, medicinal virtues, offered as bio fliers, while disease becomes mor seated. AYEB'S

SARSAPARU-LA

cine of such concentrated curatir that it is by far tbe best, cheat most reliable blood-purifier Physicians know its compositi prescribe it. It has been widen fortv vears, and has won the fled* confidence of millions who benefited. PREPARED BY BR. J. C. AYEP

Practical and Analytical

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Loweil, Mass.

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