The Government at W: about £300,000 worth of day; worn-out stut th: is worthless as currency, They turn it into pulp and afterwards it is made into car-wheels. In that form it may circulate several years more. For every note thus destroyed a new one of the same denomination is manufactured Therefore don't worry. There will always be bank notes enough for us; the only trouble is to get them safely and snugly lodged in our pockets. And that is as hard a trick in America as it is in England.
Gold and silver coins also wear out and go to the melting pot to be recast. Wherever there is friction there is destruc more or less rapid.
It is this tendency of things to go to pieces that led Mrs. irt to speak of herself as a ph: ps that get fast on rocks into bits by the waves, obviously suggested the comparison.
Tu her own account, written on the 10th August, 1900, she gives us the main facts. There is nothing novel in them, which is all the worse; for if cases like hers are common the reasons for trying to prevent them, or to cure them, are all the more imperative and pressing. Suppose, out of every four vessels navigating English waters, one at least got wrecked between the Scillies and the Isle of Wight!
Why, man, it would almost wake up the Admiralty. And yet the commu is full of just such "physical wreck" as Mrs. Shirt she was. Surely there must be both weak vessels and bad steering in this part of the sea.
In plain talk her story runs this way For fully twenty years I was subject to bronchitis and' indigestion. I was never free from these ailments; lever well. Even in the best of the summer weather any breathing was bad, and as soon as ever the cold and wet of winter set in I was laid up altogether.
"In December, 1897, the influenza gripped tight hold of me and for some days my condition was critical. At last after a stiff fis red from the influenza, but it id exhausted, with the bronchitis worse than before.
"Nealy everything I ate made me sick or else caused a sinking, gnawing pain in the chest, as if something arenteal WS sains up but could not,"
(There are certain seem todo re with their ta tha th th jaws—as whales do when they fight stilers in the One of the Worst. of these is influenza; its action on the stomiuch and on the nerves that control digestion leaves them like a house without doors or windows—open to every thie? and tramp who comes along.) ike a fish out of water and wa a so wheezy ay breathing could be heard all over the house."
"Then," says Mrs. Shirt, "a dry, hard cough fastened on me and shook my bods through and through. Sometimes I got black in the fice with it, and the sw rolled off me as if I were in a steam bath. Often I thought should burst a Dlood-vessel and die right out of hand.
"My sleep was so broken, and I ate so little, that a mere walk across the room tired. me more than once when I walked for miles. Then there was that queer thump, thump, thump, at the top of my head; what caused it I don't know.
Led face was the colour of maha; a wreck T fancied my nearly up.
Phe doctor attended and did all he could,-but w sure his medicine was doing me no Have 0 it and began Mother Seigel's Syrup. And helped me as a mother's hands under its arms help a toddling haps.
was better from_ the first bottle, and went on ing the Syrup and import until I was completely cured. This was three years ago, and T have never hada touch of my old complaint the Syrup enough.
Shirt, Hibbert Street, y Mills, Neat Stockport.
Oh, how 'y " physical wrecks" Mother Seigel's medicines have rebuilt and sent again over Life's great ocean.
(6) 5,12 and 19mr.
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