What pleasant thing is folly! Only those who know Very little; or (better still) nothing at all, appear, entirely happy, For whereas 2 fool sincerely believes that he Amows everything, a wise man.is by eqnstant travis seilnded Mac ko Enowa Calpe But stay! There is something wrong here. This philosophy won't do. Is ignorance, after all, really happiness? Trae, a very old proverb assures us that "tis folly to be wise," but, like most proverbs, we suspect that this one must not be taken too litera: ly. A certain miser when young buried a hoard of gold in a secret place, intending to dig it up for uso when he grew old; but his miserly spirit, prevented him from ever delieving that he was sufficiently old to need it, though he lived to a great age. As a matter of fact, the miser was observed bu ing his gold by a man who dug it up and made off with it the very next day; but the miser never knew this. Here, now, was case of ignorance being bliss. But for every once that " ignorance is bliss" it spells ruinous disaster a thousand times. In piping times of peace and prosperity the foolish jog along joyfully; but warfare, whether military or commercial, sorts into two camps the foolish and the wise. Sickness does the same thing with even greater exactitude. Most of us have been sick in the course of our lives, and all of us mast be. But, unfortunately, not all of us have the good fortune to be told—as Mr. David Brown, of, 29, Albany Street, East London, Cape Colony, was—what is best to do at such a time, Said Mr. Brown on 23rd May, 1904: " For the last six years I have suffered from kidney trouble. It appeared first when I was living at Los Angelos, California. U.s.A. Daring Beiots, bat never benefited much for all of these years I was attended by several their treatment. But better things were in store for me when I left Los Angelos to take up a position in East London, S.A. While staying at a boarding house'here a discussion took place among the boarders on the subject of different complaints and the Dest means of curing them.' One. of the Doarders recommended me to try Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. 'It is a sure remedy for your complaint,' he said. Messrs. A. J. White (Colonial. Ltd., corner 'Princes and Diesel Streets, Port Colony, are its proprietors in this country, but you can obtain it almost anywhere.'
"My chance companion proved a friend indeed. I acted upon his advice, with the result that to-day 1 am a sound, healthy man, I had not taken the Syrup long before the kidney trouble began to abate. Indeed the medicine seemed to permeate my whole system, not only entirely eradicating my complaint but invigorating me generally. I never miss an opportunity of recommending A large number of people in every country resemble Mr. Brown in cherishing " feeling of gratitude for the good they nave derived from Mother Seigel's Syrup. A golly proportion of them have been cured by it of indigestion. Here is one, taken at random—Mr. Robert Jones, of 163, President Street, Johannesburg. On 21st May, 1903, Mr. Jones wrote thus: "For 'a long time I suffered from an acute form of indigestion, and tried nearly every medicine in the market; but quite without avail until I came to Mother Seigel's Syrup, which speedily gave mo the relief I nad ¢0 long vainly sought."
No; the joy thet folly can bestow -vill not bear examination. If that were not #0, happiness would be almost universal.
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