This old saying, like a good many others is founded upon ignorance, and therefore completely misleading. As a matter of fact, kings have rather less of happiness than falls to the share of most private men, Take at random from history the lives of any fifty kings you will xnd compare them with the lives of any fifty yrivat~ men, also taken at random, and Pi wager you my! ast sixpence you'll find the balance of hap-pines inclin'shearily to the private men, heralded by drum and trumpet wherever you go, tu be spoken of either in terms of the ex'romes' adulation or of vulgar abuse, and to serve us a target for the revolver practice of every crank who nurses a grievance, is not quite the life wise man would chose if his will had anything todo with the matter. "I wish I were a king" said Jones to his friend Brown; not what is now-a-day Keing, hut areal king as of old autiurity to have a few peopl and "gain ww con he felt like it neither x king or a man," replied Brows "bur an ass without ability to eat thistles. Brown was tight. Of allawhitions which sway mortal man, that which e"st imperial Cesar his life—ambition to lrecome a kiny—has I+ast of wisdom in it, and is only to be accounted for by the monstrous fallacy of supposing that kings are, per se, happier than other men. These thoughts occur to us in considering the case of Mr. William Highett, of 7, Elder Street, Adelaide, S.A., who, we were about to say, was ax happy as aking until about three years ago. But that wouldn't be right. With his youthfulness, his health, strength and splendid physique, Mr. Highett should have been, and doubtless was, happier than any king who could be named. Mr. Hlighett writes thus on the 10h of March, 1902: am a native of South Ausiril'a, twenty. five years of age, and until three ears ago never knew what it was to tonously ill. At that period Twas engaged in bush work, right in the heart of the rough North-East District. 'The work was extremely laborious, the food coarse, and the climate red hot.' These conditions completely broke down my health. T gr-w weak and thin, continually felt out of sorts, and would get up in the morning feeling more tired' than when T went to. bed There was a tight feeling. a distressing sense of oppression about the chest, and I) was much troubled by flatulence, which frequently camp lei me to rise from my bed and walk the floor for hours. T tried all serta of pills and medicines for my} complaint, but none of them did me any gond. Finally I grew so weak that haa to give up my employment, having lost twenty-eight pounds in weight. I then went to Adelaide, and placed myself in the care ofa first-class doctor, who said that my trouble was a had form of indigestion; but though he treated me for a conside: able time I gained no relief. It was at. this crisis that 4 little hok was left xt the house which, fortunately examining, I fund '0 be an almanac. issued by the proprietors of Mother Seizel's Curative Syrup. In this little work I read of the case of a person whose symptoms were very sini'ar to mive, and who claimed to have thoroughly cured by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. This "fact determined to try it, and I obtained a bottle without delay. A very few doses were sufficient to cause great iniprovement in my condition, which encourage to p-severe with it, the result being that in afew weeks I felt like anew man. Ccoubl eat hoarily and enjoy my food, the flatulence disappeared, my sleep was sound and refreshing, and strength and cheerfulness returne} to. me That was twelve months ago, and I have enjoyed the best of healt! always keep a bottle of tke a dose from time to that prevention is better than cure.
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