For many a year did the same man sweep a certain street-crossing in Hampstead. Through all seasons and in all weathers, there he vas, sweeping the crossing and taking such gratuities as were given him. Time wore away, and he came to be eighty years old. He appeared at his post no more, A Indy district visitor looked him up at his lodgings, What a picture of squalid destitution, No fire, no food, no friends, Wife and family he had none—never had. The poor old fellow was perishing of starvation, of want. Some money was raised for his benefit and he was removed to a London Hospital. Here he lay several weeks sinking daily. One night he was clearly very low. Near him stood one of the hospital physicians and a nurse, Seeing hina elutel, nervously at his pillow the nurse, supposing the patient desired to be raised up, put his arm beneath him to perform that service. In doing so the nurse's hand came in contact, with an object which he withdrew. It was a dirty little canvas bag tied with a leather string. As it was laid aside the. old man perceived what had been done, lifted his skeleton frame partially from the bed and, trembling with excitement, suid in a shrill whisper. Ah my treasure, my treasure It's gone, all gone, and I'm going too and sank back dead. "The bag contained £500 in notes—the savings of his miserly life, And he, there, dead of starvation, even more than age. Well, what of it? you say. The Wretched old man was better dead than alive, Quite 80, but most human events have moral, a lesson, about them, if we keep an eye out for it.
What, for example, can we learn from the following facts?—One night about ten years ago a man whose name we can furnish, went to bed as usual, apparently in good health and spirits. A few hours later he lay unconscious on the floor. In explanation he stated. shat be had been ecized, suddenly, with a pain of such violence that he was compelled to rise——a pain in the chest. After rizing he lost, his senses and sank down on the spot where he had stood. His wife aroused by the noise, struck a light and saw her husband in. that situation. She afterwards declared he' had gone black in the face, and that his eyes louked as if they were starting out of his head, him to, but he was not as before. "So quickly Restoratives were applied which brought
and unexpectedly do we cross the Loundary line between two opposite bodily conditions. It is like stepping from the broad blaze of day into a damp cavern packed with darkness. He felt weak"und sick, with a strange all gone" sensation throughout his whole syst His mouth tasted badly, and was filled with a slimy sort of phlegm, his head ached, he was unable to draw a deep breath. he walked with difficulty, and went about his business like aman who is haunted by a paralysing dream.
Perplexed and alarmed he consulted physicians. who prescribed for him, withens, however, producing any noticeable improvement. The strong clear-headed mau of pre~ vious years was gone—changed as by. ithe wand of a vicious magician into the Teeble being he now was. Even with this dismal prospect before him our friend travelled not. on level ground; his path led downward; he grew worse, Tu Decanber, 1888, he had fand wear to bed. There. fe remained for 2 distinct and bad attack, gave up business,.- weary painful month—thirty days, as long as thirty years of power and occupation, he.
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