Are you a working man, or a, working woman I don't mean one who is so by classi fication, or by having been: born on the sinister side of certain lines of social cleavage, but solely because you daily do some sort of real, honest, and useful work? Yes? I shake your hand, ' I hope you manage to live by it without overdoing, and that (being still hearty and healthy) you sometimes find: yourself tired, dogctired, and hungry asa wolf with plenty of good food for supper.. 'Then' hey for bed anda genuine sleep of eight hours; yo jamp from bed in the morning, Loth feet on the floor at once. That's the right kind of "tired" and the heaven-deseeded brand of rest. It is a blessing in itself, and bears others in its train.
But the variety of fatigue so many people are all the time writing us about is different, fon to this one, for instance: "'In Septem ber, 1893," he says, 'I was overcome by a feeling of languor. I was easily tired and comparatively slight efforts served to exhaust completely. Indeed I never seemed rested fat all, and was as tired in the morning as when I went to bed. Both muscles and mind were inert and relaxed, At the same time my appetite seemed to be tired too. I had no relish for food, and after eating felt uneasiness and distress in the stomach and pain at the chest, -My skin was sallow also, and there was a dull aching at my right side in the region of the liver.
was constantly belching up a sour fluid, and my food would sometimes repeat? or rise into my mouth. All I could do to rectify this miserable state of things I did, acting upon the suggestion of friends and others; but failed to come across a, remedy for my complaint, which meantime obtained ger kold upon me.
account of my inability to eat and Gigest food' my flesh fell off until I became so
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