Curious stories are told about the powers possessed Uy certain natives of India, who live up among the Himalaya mountains These old men, it is have devoted scores of years to the study of natural laws and forces, which the rest of the world knows Lately a German professor visited the "adepts," as these queer Hindus are called, for the purpose of fading out the secret of their remarkable performances, They treated rather scurvily, but interested him all the same. One day the ofexor wanted to examine some ancient sanskrit manuscripts. An adept went with him to " cave wherein the books were kept. The place was dark as the bottom of a well.
"'T can't see to read, here," said the visitor.
"Then we will have some light," was the soft, pearly light brightened the cave. He reply, and immediately (the professor says) could not tell whence it came, but he noticed that it had one strange quality—it cast not the slightest shadotb.
This a story hard to believe; yet its truth firmed by a mon of vast learning and high character, and you who now read it "ye no reason for doubt except tht all the lights you have seen have cast...shadows, Belief or, unbelief commonly rave parallel with one'é own expericace. Ur. Johnson, sniffed at the account of the Lisbon rarthquake, yet credited the tale of the Cock Lane 'A man who has been ill for years, and foiled to find a cure, is sceptical when friends tell him.of a medicine which they believe will make bim well. What else bat doubt could result from his experience? Take an example "In the spring of 1888," writes our corres pondent, "I fell into a low, weak, and languid State. Ifelt low-spirited and out of sorts. At firat my stomach was deranged, my appetite poor, and after eating (had pain and weight fat the chest. Iwas much troubled with wind, fand frequently spat up a sour fluid, also Later on I suffered from nervouagreat depression of spirits. I kept up with iny work, but had always a senso of discomfort. Of and on I costinne this way for two years, nothing that I took relieved me. At last' I heard of Mother Seigel's Syrap, ani procured a supply. Alter I had taken only a fey doses I found. relief; my food digested, and gradually nervousness left me. Al' hough I had no re jon, at first to feel any confidence in this tre lit cine, never having used it or soon it disease. "Since my recovery, for "which I now. idly admit its value, and ts pow er over thank Mother Seigel's Cura which have been in the best of heal Ta the interest of sulla iva daty to D. Grifith There is a deal of diffe Griffith's candid letter a te light that cast no shadow. The latter may be true enough; but it ennnot be verified without more trouble than itis worth. Ca ness, who will answer letters of the other nad we hava a teustyorthy wit cag be found ae his addzens amy about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup ally, there is nothing mystic nets on the theory that most nilments are bus symptoms, forms, or phases of that universal ditease—indigestion and dyspepsia it cures that, and throws the light of health and happinesss over hearths and homes where illness "and pain had cast such dark and terrifying shadows. And that is why people believe all that is told of its success by" eager witnesses, (5) 14, 21 & 28ja 214
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