As to matters that have no practical outcome it is of no consequence whether we agree or not. The earth may be, as some say it is, a molten mass (save for a shell a few miles thick on the outside), or it may be solid and cool all the way through from London to Sydney. However it may be, we can do nothing about it. So let the scientific chaps go on speculating to their heart's content; the world will keep revolving usual, and we shall have to continue picking up our living from its surface.
Recently in my reading I have come upon articles in certain medical journals—uncanny, uninteresting publications, that they are, for nonprofessioaal perusal—going to show that it is not the heart which impels the blood through the body, bus the chemical action of oxygen inhaled by the lungs. A prodigious discovery. if it is a discovery at all.
Yet whut odds would it make? None whatever. Fair women would blush by the help of. the capillaries as of old, and we should tie rags around cut fingers just the sume. It follows, my brethren, that some things may be mysteries to the end of the no harm done, and others may without disturbing the serenity of our passing days—a most soothing reflection.
But the advantage or otherwise of a person's a mere matter of opinion. hero is only one food agreeing or disagreeing with him is not
agree us, and we with it, or we are way to look at that. Asa whole, food must ruined. A lady of Sheffield. tire. S. a. Smith, suffered a long, wearisome, and costly illness, simply because her food failed to agree with her. For three years she was weak and wretched ea account of it. The light and pleasure went out of her life. She needed to eat, of course, just us she needed to breathe; yet; after every meal—commonly of light things taken la small quantities, and slowly—she was immediately seized with pains in the stomach, the chest, and the left side., Was not this's hard recompense for doing' what nature compelled her to do—to eat?
uy act which causes pain is performed as seldom as possible, and as incompletely. For who wants to suffer Eating. so little—net. half as much as her body called for—Mrs. Smith lost flesh and strength. Necessarily. Draw more money out of the bank than you deposit and presently the bank returns your cheques marked "No funds," To be sure. Nobody can make twice two equal five.
"I got to be so feeble I could scarcely get about," says the lady. '1 was like this for three' years from the spring of 1893—being worse in the spring other seasons. What to do more than I had dose, I didn't know, when one day, my aunt, Mrs.' Willism Andrew, laughton, urged me to take igel's Syrup. After Iuving done so for @ short time, the complaint—indiges tion—was better, and soon it wholly disap-'Lam now entirely cured and strong and hearty as I was before my illness came You may rest assured thst, after fortunate an experience with Mother igel's Syrup, I recommended it to all my friends, and in sending you this short statement it is my wish that you should print it for the of others if you so desire." (Signed) S. A. Smith. 44, Ditchingham Road, sheffield, June 3, 1898.
In April of this year (1898)," says another, my health began to fail. Ifelt drowsy, and tired with the least exertion. ' After every meal I had oppression at the chest and sides, and a great deal of pain. Whatever food I took disagreed with me, and 1 grew weak. I am_a dressmaker, and when at my work I had so great Tcould hardly bear it. I tried all the usual medicines for indigestion, but got worse and worse. One day in July, I read about Mother Seigel's Syrup, and got a bottle of Mr. Hattersley, che eat India Dock Road, and in a few day better.
After taking second bottle I was cured, and have been well ever since."—(Signed) (Miss) Minnie Wyatt, 46, West India Dock Road, London, E.,'October 14, 1898.
Yes, it is trae, health and life depend on a perfect agreement between ourselves and our food. This is not a matter of opinion, It is a vital and living relationship, and nothing does so much to promote the agree ment as the frequent and timely use of Mother Seigel's Syrup.
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