"Another man rear found in a kuei posture, his face buried in his hands, as had died in'prayer."
1 clip this pathetic sentence from an account of the St, Ktienne cox! mine disaster which occurred in France, in December, 1891. The fire had been smouldering for years in mote part of the mine, butts farther advance had been stopped by barriers. Yet they proved insufficient at last, and the terrible fire-damp exploded, scattering death throughout the mine. Such incidents are too well-known in England to need further explanation or comment, Haw it ever struck you that the interior of the human body is like the interior of a coal mine? Well, itis. All its operations go in solitude and darkness. Gases are euge! dered in it that are just as dangerous as fi damp, Generally they—yet hold on, let's have the little story first.
It's about a woman, In fact, it's from her, too, and is sure to interest somebody. you. She says that a long run of tin childhood to years fatter her marri never knew what illness was; that is,'so as to remember it, or to have it make a mark on her, as we may say. But mighty few folks manage to escape the old slave-driver altogether. Nor dil she. it was in the summer of 1890," she says, when I began to feel bad. My appetite was poor, and what I did eat gave me great pain and distress. My food seemed tole like lead; and utter every meal, no matter how simple the food was, Iliad the most excruciating pain you can imagine. I mad a ageing, thudding, pain at my chest and through to my shoulders, that was ye hard to bear. So bad was it that I thong! something (perhaps & tumour) was growing within me. As soon as ever food enterd my mach I used to say, 'It is beginning,' meaning the paving pain, "T took all kinds of things for relief and applied mustard plasters to the chest, but nothing did me any good. After a time Gared not take a proper moul; I was of eat, and got very thin and weak. Tt was as much as I could do to go about my house work. In October of this year (1891) Mrs. James Mercer, of 176, High Street, Langton, recommended me to try Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and I got a bottle and commenced to take it, After a few doses I felt relief, My food agreed with me, and by the time I had taken one large bottle all the pain had left me, and I now feel as well as ever I did."—Yours truly (signed), Mrs. Etizanern Wnicut, 12, King Street, Hanley, Staffordshire, November 19th, 1891.
You ask me what the sad fate of the miners has to do with the case of Mrs. Wright. I'll tell you in half a minute. This lady says she was taken ill in the summer of 189". "Now. do you suppose the illness and the cause of the illness cine up at the same time? By no mers, Cause first, effect afterwards—that's the order, always. And see here! A! cause may be at work for weeks or years before you notice any results; and until you do' notice results, you don't know there's aught gone wrong. Isn't that so? The miners, to)
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