With his big wig on his head, his black gown on his shoulders, and his glasses on his hose, the judge looks a learned and a salema figure, doesn't he? He devs, my boy, he dors; and well: aay evildoers quake in their shoes when he glances la their direction.
Alas and gailzooks! what a humbugging worl it is, and how blindly justice and judg. fuent stumble slong towards ence whereof they know nothing.
And yet somebody must pronounce sentence, even to the extent of making human heads cheap as rotten oranges.
And why not? Doth not Solomon say, "For in much wisdom is much grief, andi that increase th knowledge increase th aorro Thus it happened that the doctor whose evince it was to say what ailed Eli Beard declared that Beard had heart disoae, and that death was wai ig for him a bit further down the rond.
Now Eli Beard' lives at Cupwell Hill, Tetbury, Glos, He is of the comfortable and mellow age of fifty, and all was going well with him until one day in August, 1899, when, being at work, he was suddenly seized with violent pains in the chest und topping every few Arrived home, the diately, und threw his practised eye over the patient, and looked grave, as became the situation.
That was the begi ks think of that—of doctoring, straight away Heard had lost, his appetite and his enjoyment. Despite the advice of friends, and the doctor's drugs, he burrowed dope into the mud of misery and pain.
got awfully weak and went almost to a shadow," he saya, und half. nesses testify to it.
"At times I was literally in agony, and the flector said, Beard, you have got heart disease, and will never do another hand's turn of work."
ch was the medical man's opinion, it made Reard's hair creep as if cold wow stirring it at the roots.
"One night," says the poor fellow, the pain was so bad they had to hold me down in bed. The doctor told. my. daughter I would die before morning.
"By turns, for a week, my family sat up with me at night, watching out for death, They propped me up so I could breathe; and my leg- and fect were swollen out of all shape.
"Thus I was when a friend said I must drop the stuff I had been taking and try Mother Seigel's Syrup. My daughter gave me the first dose, The next day I was easier, and s few days later much better,
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