For nearly 100 years a certain family of working people living in Paris have ended their lives by suicide. From father to son, from mother to daughter, has descended plain gold ring, and on the finger of every one of these suicides, as they lay in death, this ring hus been found. Oily last year the holy of & young man who had killed himself was brought to the Morgue, and on his finger was the fatal golden circlet. He was the lust of his race, The ring was buried with the corpse, from which no one acquainted with its history will have the courage to remove it, The mental taint in this family came from some remote ancestor, and was intensified by their recognition of it until it became a controlling force: and the ring was accepted as imposing upon its possessor the obli commit suicide, after the example of the person who last wore is form of mania usually originates in a disorder of the nery system, which in its turn arises from a or poverty of the blood, one of the results of imperfect nutrition, from a gentleman Norfolk contains the following assertion longed for death; L wax afraid of the night wees afraid to be alone, yet, hale society. Twas afraid that in some ons: of thox: hours of tery, gloom and eprression I should lift my hand ayainst my oven life, for L kurv thai many had done so from the sonic cause." The dark hours hecame'a time of terror to him, so he says He tossed and tumbled ow luis Ved, wondering, if morning would ever dw Tu this it was not an accusing conscience, as he committed no offence: the cause wasp a physical one—yet, all too common
Jong chain of consequences dragging after it, Bngland—indigeation'and dyspepsia with the nervous collapse among them, He relates that his skin and eyes had been more or less discoloured for years, often of ghastly and repulsive yellow. This was due to the presence of bile in the blood and tissues, where it had no business to be. But as the weak and torpid liver could not re it, no other result was possible than the on our friend experienced. "His head frey ached as though fiends ad turned it workshop, and pains chased one through his body as though he had at least bult the maladies catalogued in the popular hooks on disease, Yet one thing, and one only, was respon lo for all the mischief, namely, the poison introduced into the blood from the decaying food in the stomach and intestines, The coli feet, the loss of appetite and ambition, the mental despondency, the sense of weariness and fatigue, the bad taste in the mouth, dry cough, giddiness, palpitation, chills, weak &e., are a brood of foul birds hatched in nest and the mother is always indigestion and dyspepsia, Time passed somehow, as it always does, whether we laugh or ery, and this man grew heartily tired of a life thus burdened and spoiled. He longed to see the end of it, and no wonder, But the last page of his letter is pitched in higher key. He. says, When think of what I was, and what T' am now, I can hardly realise the change. For the past six months Ihave been using a preparation known as Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and it has actually revolutionized my whole system. One of my tenants recon to me, and I tried it just to I praise it for myself, and th: make and advertise it. My troubles are over, and I feel (at 57) as light, elastic, and ga asa hoy on his summer vacation." I tell my doctors they are beaten at their own trade by an old German nurse, and so far as Iam concerned they can't deny it. I havenomore too much enjoyment in living.
My thanks are too deep for words"
The author of this letter consents to the Bat dlecives to allow the use of his mame, at publication of so much of it assis here printed,
least for the present, for reasons we are bonnd to respect. But the evident sincerity of his ory will carry conviction to every candid (2) 21, 8au & dse 37
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