- and-um r” “ Lug—rrfit—Tswm . -W- A“ A PRAYER FOR REST. Let me but live my life apart. I ask no more From thee, 0 world! with thy upheaving breast O‘erburdened with the woe that finds no rest Among the wrecks that straw thy storm beat shore. Let me live my life apart—there is no gift, However gracious, thou canst now bestow Can take this crown of sorrow from my brew, Or from my burdened soul its weight of sadness lift. Let me but live my life apart. I ask not friends For friendship was a fatal gift to me; A mirage vision hanging o‘er a sea Of bitter, restless waters; its enchantmcnt lends A charm to each delusive hour, and leads Our trusting lives upon black, hidden rocks: With cold neglect our desolation mocks And laughs to scorn the ardent nature‘s longing needs Thy fame-a gaudy bubble that in bursting rends The hands that strive to grasp its shape and hold The hateful thing—for which they proudly sold Love. happiness and peace and all that peaceward tends; A brazen voice that rings across our lonely ways Low, sullen dirges—over shattered things, These hopes destroyed, these hearts with broken strings— That taunts with recollections of life‘s happier days Let me but live my life apart. Thy choicest gifts Elusive dreams that fade as dew from gross—— They mock our thirsty livesas on we pass; Then disappear-as die the golden rifts 0f summer sunshine breaking through beclouded skies—- To fade away before our longing eyes can see Their glowing gleams. Give not such gifts to me: They glow and burn. but soon their splendor flies Let me but live my life apart. ‘Tis best. And when The hour of death shall onward draw apace, When with cold eyes you look upon my face And weep no tears of gentle sorrow—ah! ’tis then That I will crave these gifts. cold world, thou wilt allot; Fdd then my hands upon my pulseless breast: Lay then my body down in peace to rest, And let my name and somows be by thee forgot. —Marguerite de Fleury in Chicago Times The Mouse and the Soul. Even more remarkable than the myths about rats are some of the ancient legends about mice. Readbrs of classical and medias- val literature will remember scores of these, including quite a number in which mice have been mentioned, as typical of the soul. There is the story of (the servant maid, who fell asleep on the couch. While she was asleep a red mouse ran out of her mouth, and she at once went into a comatose condition. Her fellow servants coming in supposed that she was dead, and had the body removed to an- other apartment to be prepared for burial. Shortly afterward they were surprised to see ared mouse enter the room where the girl had been lying and run up and down as if in search of something. Failing in its search, the little animal disappeared, and the girl never revived. Another version of this mouse myth says that when a man goes to sleep thirsty his soul, in the form of a mouse, will leave his body in search of a drink, and that the death of the sleeper while the mouse is absent is a very probable event. It is related that three Bohemians while on a journey lost their way in a dense forest. They were too thirsty to sleep, so searched high and low for a spring. At last one got excessively tired, lay down and fell asleep. While the other two men were searching they saw a white mouse rush through a thicket to a concealed spring. They followed the mouse, drank with it, and then saw it return to the sleeper and enter his open mouth. The men awoke the sleeper and upbraided him for being so idle as to send his soul to look for a drink instead of making the search himself.-—St. Louis Globe- Democrat. Flirtatlon in Battak Land. The Battaks are a people of common origin with the Malays and resembling them in many respects, who live along the western coast and in the interior of the island of Sn- matra. The district chiefs form a confedera- tion, the strongest one among them residing near the Toba lake. They have enjoyed the advantages of civilization, are good agricul. turists, have an original system of writing, and take care to have their children instruct- ed in such arts and knowledge asthey ap- preciate, and yet they eat enemies who are taken armed and criminals of a certain class. As sentimental people in western countries practice in a “language of flowers,” so the young people of either sex among the Bat- taks correspond by means of a. language of leaves. The leaves themselves have no sig- nificance, but their names, modified perhaps within the bounds of poetic license, indicate or rhyme with the word which the corre- spondent wishes to suggest—New York Star. Low Death Rate in London. It is quite remarkable how low the death rate for London has been for April, May and J une of this year. We find it was only 16 per 1,000 persons, 3.3 lower than the average for the past ten years of the corresponding months. Considering that London is the largest city in the world and contains between four and five million persons, the inhabitants may con- gratulate themselves on the great gain brought about by sanitary science and per- sonal hygiene. Two hundred years ago the death rate in London was over 50 per thou~ sand annually. Although London is a. much larger city and has a. more unfavorable climate and sur- roundings than New York, and there is more poverty there, yet it is a healthier city, for here the death rate is about 26 per 1,000 annu- ally, but here sanitary science has only be- gun to do its work—Herald of Health. Fifty Thousan" Tons of Ice. A suggestion of the l erality of American railway companies for the comfort of passen- gers may be found in the statement that for a single station—that of Broad street, Phila- delphia, on the Pennsylvania railroad—~‘ ‘Fifty tons of ice are required daily to supply cold water for travelers in the midsummer days. During every twenty-four hours 210 trains are moved out of the depot, and in each car there is a water cooler to be filled.” To cover the ice bill for the other principal stations on this and the rest of the great rail— road lines of the country the above figures must be multiplied by probably one thousand at least. —Sanitary Era. Sleeping with the Baby. “Grindstone,” exclaimed Kiljordan, in a tone of severe rebuke, as he leaned wearily over the aisle of the car, “why don’t you get up and give that lady a seat? I would do it myself, only I’ve been doing the work of two men at the office for a. whole wee ” “My wife has been away from home for two days,” answered Grindstone feebly, “and I’ve been sleeping with the baby.” “Madam,” called out Kiljordan, rising briskly, “I’m not at all tired. You may have my seat.”—Chicago Tribune. His Nationality. Robbins—Have a lovely time with your adored one last evening? Jobbins—Scarcely. She was not at home. But the old gentleman was. I departed hur- rledly, yet like a— R.——Like a Rush-an, as it were? J .—Rather like a Must-go-vite. --Pittsburg Bulletin. NORWALK23AZEP'I‘E, WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 2, 1865:. How Cheap Gloves Are Made. It may perhaps, interest readers to know some of the secrets of cheap glove making. My facts relate to Bohemia, from which coun- try many cheap gloves are imported. Before the introduction of the glove sewing machine, which took place about 1870, a simple appara- tus was in use consisting of two brass plates, in which the stitches were incised, holding tightly together the leather parts of the glove, while the needle of the sewer followed easily these incised stitches. It was an easy work, not at all injurious to body or eye, and an in- dustrious and quiet girl could, without any exertion, sew two pairs of gloves 9. day, for which she received from two and a half pence to three pence each, equal to about five pence to six pence a day. Very poor wages. But the money was earned in a comfortable way. Let us now compare what progress these girls made in the golden era of machinery. The poor sewers are never in a? position to acquire the requisite sum to be owners of these machines. The district to which I refer is a poor, mountainous part, the men mostly miners of an imperial silver mine with daily wages of sixteen pence. The requisite ma- chines are owned by middlemen, called facir ors, to whom the glove manufacturers from all parts of Austria send their unfinished gloves for sewing. These factors are pro prietors of a certain number of machines— from twenty upward to a hundred—which are fitted up in workrooms, most of them very indifferently suited for the purpose. The poor girls from the neighboring district have often to walk a distance of eight miles to find work in such workrooms. They leave their miserable cottages at 4 a. m. to be gin their day’s work at 0 a. m. > After a hard labor of twelve hours on a most compli- cated machine, and after having passed an- other two hours on the way home, their whole earnings consist of seven pence. In- cluding the hours she loses on the road, she works ninety-six hours a week for 3 shil- lings 6 pence. her body continually bent over a most complicated machine, her eyes watch— ing leather, thread and needle incessantly, her foot moving continually, amid the rattle of many machines, in a most sickly atmos phere. This is how cheap gloves are made.— Pall Mall Gazette. The Preacher Got Excited. “Y es,” said an old sport in one of the pool rooms yesterday, “there is a thrill about a horse race you cannot get in any other way. The thrill is intensified in proportion as your money has gone up on the event. When Smuggler beat Goldsmith Maid at Cleveland back thirteen years ago the crowd almost de- stroyed the grand stand. In illustration of the excitement which reigned I recall the actions of a preacher from Elkhart, who was present with a friend. As the horses were scoring the person’s friend, whose name was Tracy, and who knew about as much of horses as he did of the glacial period, re- marked a belief that Smuggler might win over the Maid. This was about as probable to the experienced turfer as a republic in Russia, and one of the fraternity overhear- ing the remark overflowed in a proposition. “ ‘I’ll bet you $100 to $20 he don’t,’ he said. “The preacher was interested, but some- what shocked, and silently protested by pinching Tracy’s arm. “The start was made and with the word go the persistent sport renewed his offer, but it didn’t take. With the horses on the back stretch and bunched he came again, but Tracy wasn’t game. As they turned into the stretch the astute Doble, who was behind the Maid, with the assistance of American Girl had gotten the stallion in a pocket, but his driver, taking all chances, pulled him com- pletely up, and taking the center of the track sent him for the wire like a ghost. No horse for a furlong ever made such speed before or since, and as Smuggler came to the front with the rush of a storm he carried the spec- tators from their mental feet. Every man was up yelling, and the Elkhart preacher, who must have had latent sporting blood in his veins, forgetful of his pulpit and pasto- rate, was fiourishing his cushion and shriek- ing in reference to his proposition, ‘Bet him, Tracy; thunder and clams, bet him. I’ll split with you on it.’ “It was too late, though; so Tracy didn’t bet.”——Kansas City Times. Another Good Fish Story. According to The Albany Journal an Al- banian, noted for his love of sport no less than for his veracity, tells the following story of a day’s fishing: “I had had bad luck all day and was about starting for home. I was a little absentminded, thinking over the good sport I usually had, and before I knew what I was about I had cast oil? from both oars that I had jabbed in the mud for stakes and was drifting down Lake Tomoset with a pros- pect of a five mile walk before me. I madea cast with my line, in hopes to fasten on the nearest car and recover it, but the hook fell short by a yard. Imagine my surprise when the biggest pickerel I ever saw snapped at my book and took it. I was working him easy, for I had only a cheap, stiff pole and was mightily afraid I’d lose him, when down camca huge fish hawk as big as an eagle and grabbed my fish. I kept hold the pole though, and when the bird got to the end of my line as he was flying off with his prey he was fetched up short. Then he put for the head of the lake, still keeping the fish in his talons, and pulling me and the boat after him. It was a mean thing to do, perhaps, but when he got me to shoal water I pulled out my pis- tol and shot him. He fell plump into the water, but he was only winged, and as I didn’t care to have a fight with him he got off in the rushes. And the fish, you ask! Oh. he got away, too; the biggest one I ever saw. I think he was two feet long.” A Difference in Girls. Florida girls are not like their Alabama sisters, for the former abhor slang. But for downright emphasis of expression and that brevity which is the soul cf wit, they yield the palm to no other state. Several weeks ago a number of brave young men and beautiful women from the interior came in on an excursion. A small knot of the visitors were walking leisurely through the park when the following conver- sation was overheard between two of the visitors. It is reported verbatim, though it is impossible to reproduce the drawling, earn- est tone in which it was delivered. “Sal,” asked one, displaying the folds of her new dress and taking a sly hitch at her bustle; “Sal, how do my dress fit?” “Fingers and toes couldn’t better it.” “Do John seem ter notice it!” “Can’t keep his eyes oifen it.” “Do my bustle shake about any?” “Shakes just like jelly,” replied Sal, as they proceeded on their way with an air of tri- umph indescribable. — Birmingham (Ala.) Age. The Manufacturers’ Losses. A New England manufacturer says that street musicians are a. serious expense to manufacturing companies in country towns. A gypsy girl playing a tambourine recently passed his establishment and, he says, cost the company about 0200. Every employs in the big factory ran to the window, and work was suspended for fully a quarter of an hour. Every circus parade costs them hundreds of dollars, and when a minstrel brass band marches by it costs from $25 to “On—Detroit Free Press. KING LUDWIG’S ROMANCE. STRANGE STORY TOLD BY ONE OF THE KING’S BODY GUARD. He Says Ludwig Was Not Insane, Did Not Do Any of the Foolish Things Charged to Him, and, Instead of Sui- ciding. Was Murdered. The mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of King Ludwig II of Bavaria would be mysterious no longer if the story of Mr. J Erlanger, of Forbes street, this city, is accredited. This man was for nearly four years King Ludwig’s private body guard. He claims that during all that time he was never over an hour away from the royal per- sonage, and he asserts he can make an afli- davit to all he says. Erlanger was born in the Bavarian mountains. He entered the Royal Life Guards as a private soldier, but one day on a parade Ludwig II was attracted by the handsome young soldier, and he sin- gled him out from the regiment to attend upon him at his castle near the Lake of Staru» berg. Mr. Erlanger told the following story: “First of all, let me tell you that Ludwig II was not mad at all. He was as sane as ever any man was. He was the soul of goodness. It is true that he withdrew from the society of the world and preferred to live by him- self. But he did not do that because he hated the world or. the people, but because he had to hide himself to escape the dagger of some mysterious assassin or the pistol of a hired murderer. rum CAUSE OF THE TROUBLE. “The cause of all this trouble can be traced back to two points—he was an enemy of Bis- marck, and he refused to marry a woman who had been relegated to him by royal rela- tives. He was in a. constant controversy with the ministry of war in Berlin. Various innovations were proposed by Bismarck to be introduced in the Bavarian army, but Ludwig II always refused to sanction them. Politically he was always at variance with Bismarck, and several of the pet schemes of the Iron Chancellor had to be abandoned be- cause King Ludwig refused to be a party to them. For that reason several conspiracies were formed to remove the king in some way. . “At first the machinery was set to work to replace the trusty Bavarian servants sur- rounding the king by Prussians. Then a physician was obtained to examine the men- tal condition of the king. Nobody had ever before thought such a thing necessary, but his enemies succeeded, and a doctor, I forget his name, pronounced Ludwig H insane. The next move was to have him placed in a lunatic asylum. The plans had been well laid. The carriage which was to carry him to the doors of the asylum got within a gate of the royal castle, when the plot was discovered and the king refused to go out. I remember the day well. Several of us were standing around his majesty when the announcement was made that the carriage was awaiting to take him for a drive. But no sooner had the door closed again than Baron von Zeckingen, the king’s second physician, came in. He im- plored Ludwig not to go out, and revealed the whole plot. The king arose and quietly walked over to one of us, saying: ‘Command that carriage to be taken away again, I do not care to drive today.’ “That settled it. The evil had been avert- ed that time, but his enemies were not to be daunted by one failure. Baron von Kudder, a Prussian, was next placed in the palace, and soon gained the confidence of the king. The meshes were silently but cunningly woven by this man, whom I know to have been in the pay of Prussia. How he succeeded the world knows, but nobodyThought the wily baron meant to drown the king. However, the facts are these: “On the morning of the fatal day on which the body of our beloved king was drawn from the lake, Baron Kudder gave this order to the guards: ‘Unless the king makes a spe- cial request for your attendance, let him go unaccompanied on his walk through the grounds.’ “Of course we obeyed. The king went out never to return alive. I was at the lake when they dragged his body from the water. The king’s hand had a strong hold of Dr. Kudder’s throat. In addition to that the lapel of the doctor’s coat was torn off and his face was scratched in several places. All this pointed to the fact that a severe struggle had taken place. You must remember that the king was a very strong man. He meas— ured six feet and four inches and weighed 275 pounds. No sooner had we seen this sight than we knew that there had not been a sui- cide or an accidental death, but a foul assas- sination. “The only redeeming feature in the whole affair was that the murderer had died with his victim. Preparations were at once made to have the whole thing kept secret. The at tendants were immediately discharged. A few days after the catastrophe a number of us were sitting in a beer garden, when one of our number openly stated that the king had been assassinated. A few minutes later he was arrested and has never been heard of since. This was a warning to the rest, and we escaped. I left the country without a passport. We had at first intended to make the whole thing public, but, knowing that we would all be imprisoned without gaining our point, we abandoned that plan. ” “But you have not explained to me why the king so strenuously refused to marry?” “Simply for this reason: The king was in love with a miller’s beautiful daughter, and he would not give her up to please even his mother. His family wanted him to marry the Princess von Darxes, a lady of the royal house of Bavaria, but he did not want her, and that settled it.” 1118 LOVE STORY. “Do you know anything about his rela- tionship with the miller’s daughter?” “I know all about it. Often have I gone to her house with baskets of flowers, wine, fruit and other delicacies for the young lady. She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw. The king became acquainted with herwhile hunting in the Bavarian Alps. Her father had a windmill on the top of a hill, about five miles from the Stamberg castle. He was lame and walked with a crutch, so we called him the ‘Crooked Miller.’ The young lady was born May 24, 1864. She was tall and dark, with deep, dreamy, black eyes. She had a remarkable gift for writing poetry, and I had a whole volume of verses written by her. The king was passionately fond of her, and had it not been for the fact that he would have angered all the crowned heads of Europe he would have married. Her first name was Ellapenia. I do not remember her other name, because we always called her Fraulein Ellapenia. “All the stories that have been told about King Ludwig’s eccentricities are false. He never ordered the Royal Opera com any of Munich to play before him alone. 9 never ordered them to come to his castle in the middle of the night, and he never asked them to act before him in a state of nudity. “I also think that the report of his extrav- agant habits is unfounded, because when he died he was rich. ‘ “There are many thin 3 connected with the life of the dead king t at I might tell but it is useless. You may rest assured o the facts, however, that King Ludwig II of Bavaria was never mad and never drowned himself, but was killed by the man who died with him.”—Pittsburg D tch. Historical Puns. The Roman bishop’s famous compliment to the handsome Anglo-Saxon captives, “Not Angles, but angels,” had greater results than its actual brilliancy might seem to merit; and St. Leo doubtless had no idea when he prayed to heaven to aid Rome against the invading Huns, “and hurl back these Tartars into the fires of Tartarus,” that this punning prayer was to fix upon the unlucky “Tartars” (as they were then called) a nickname that would never die. Such puns have more than once playeda formidable part in history. France expiated by the devastation of an entire province a coarse and clumsy play upon “corpse” and “corpulence” made by the French king in derision of his terrible neighbor, William the Conqueror. Charles V’s jesting assertion that he could Paris in his glove (gant), though meant only to indicate the superior size of Ghent to the Paris of that day, stung Francis I into the renewal of a languishing war. One of Louis XV’s upstart favorites was driven from the court by the biting pun that turned his new title of Marquis de Van. diere into “Marquis d’Avant—hier” (the day before yesterday). The epigrammatic brevity of Sir Francis Drake’s celebrated but probably mythical dispatch announcing the rout of the Ar- mada—which consisted of the single word, “Cantharides,” i. e., the Spanish fly—has been twice paralleled in our own age. Sir Charles Napier and Lord Dalhousie respect- ively announced the annexation of Scinde and that of Oude in one word apiece, “Pecoavi.” I have sinned (Scinde), and “Vovi,” I have vowed (Oude). Equally his- 7torical is the bitter pun that changed the name of the sluggish Admiral Torrington to "Admiral Tarry-in-town.” Napoleon (who was no man for light jest- ing) is credited with only a single pun, and that a rather poor one. During his great Italian campaign of 1796—7 he replied to a lady, who wondered to find such a famous man so young, “I am young today, but to- morrow I shall have Milan” (i. e. “mille ans,” a thousand years). A much better joke was that made on the great conqueror himself by an Italian countess, who, hearing him say, “All Italians are traitors,” replied, pointedly, “Not all of them, but a good part” (Buo-na- parte). Equally neat, and even more grimly significant, was Bismarck’s answer to a per- son who was speculating how much the im- pending wer of 1870 would cost France. “Not much,” said the Iron Count; “only two Na- poleonsl”—David Ker in Harper’s Magazine. Why the Leaves Turn. “Probably not one person in a thousand knows why leaveschange their color in the fall,” remarked an eminent botanist the other day. “The common and old fashioned idea is that all this red and golden glory we see now is caused by frosts. A true and scien- tific explanation of the causes of the coloring of leaves would necessitate a long and intri- cate discussion. Stated briefly and in proper language, those causes are these: The green matter in the tissue of a leaf is composed of two colors, red and blue. ‘When the sap ceases to flow in the fall, and the natural growth of the tree ceases, oxidation of the tissue takes place. Under certain conditions the green of the leaf changes to red; under different conditions it takes on a yellow or brown tint. This difference in color is due to the difference in combination of the original constituents of the green tissue, and to the varying conditions of climate, exposure and soil. A dry, cold climate produces more brilliant foliage than one that is damp and warm. This is the reason that our American autumns are so much more gorgeous than those of England. There are several things about leaves that even science cannot explain. For instance, why one of two trees growing side by side, of the same age and having the same exposure, should take on a brilliant red in the fall and the other should turn yellow; or why one branch of a tree should be highly colored and the rest of the tree have only a yellow tint, are questions that are as im- possible to answer as why' one member of a family should be perfectly healthy and an- other sickly. Maples and oaks have the brightest colors—Field and Forest. His Wife Not Satisfied. President Lincoln had been during our most stormy weather to visit the camps of the generals in Virginia, and taken a violent cold. Mrs. Lincoln was in despair, and one day said to Secretary Stanton: “1 do wish you would lock Mr. Lincoln out of the rooms for a weekl He is ill enough to be inbed now, and suffers agonies with his arms from acute rheumatism. I don’t know what to do. He goes out, and keeps at work every moment.” Mr. Lincoln waved his long arm at the secretary, saying, “Well, Stanton, there ought to be one comfort for my poor wife, anyhow—the same that the poor man J effer- son had, whose only son died. Did you ever hear the story? “His friends, family, neighbors, and church lamented, extolled and grieved over the loss, at the funeral, when Jefferson himself arose and said, ‘My dear friends: lVe have the blessed consolation of knowing that every- thing was done that could be done. He was bled no less than twenty-four times in twenty- four hours! But he had no strength and had to die.’ “Now, I’ve been wrapped in no less than twenty—four pieces of red flannel and lini- ment since yesterday, and still my wife isn’t satisfied.”—Wide Awake. The Paris correspondent of The London Times says that the Eiffel tower, if oVery man had his due, ought to be called the N on- guier tower, for it was a young engineer of that name in M. Eiflel’s employment who first conceived the idea and worked it out with the help of an architectural friend. There is a glass lamp-chim- ney so tough that it almost never breaks in use. It is of the finest glass ; it. is also por- i'ect in form and action. The glass costs several times as much as common glass. The chimney costs two or three times as much as others to make ; the dealer, of course, has to pay for it; but he can afford to sell it as usual. Some object to it. “Can’t afiord to sell it,” they say; but they can. It brings “ good will ” of more value than all their brittle- chimney profits, good profit besides. . “Pearl-top” is the chimney; made . by Mac- beth & Co., Pittsburgh. News About Town. It is the current report about town that ; Kemp’s Balsam for the throat and lungs 3 is making some remarkable cures with«l people who are troubled with coughs, sore throat, asthma, bronchitis and con- sumption. Any druggist will give you a trial bottle free of cost. It is guaranteed to relieve and cure. The large bottles are 50c. and $1. The uses of words.——Lawyer’s Clerk— “Will you take achair, Missl ?” Boston Girl—“No, thank you, Iwouldn’tknow what to do with it. But I’ll sit down if I may.” Eleven years in charge of the package department, Boston & Main Depot, Bos- ton, Mass. Miss Helen Jones says:—“I was a sufferer from general dcbihty, bil- iousness and water brash for several years, and life seemed almost a burden to me. After using almost everything, Sulphur ‘ Bitters cured me. Wife (tearful)—“You’ve broken the promise you made me!” Husband (kis sing hcr)—“chcr mind, my dear, don’t cry; I’ll make you another.” Pain and dread attend the use of most catarrh remedies. Liquids and snuifs are unpleasant as well as dangerous. Ely’s Cream Balm is safe, pleasant, easily ap- plied into the nostrils, and a sure cure. It cleanses the nasal passages and heals the inflamed membrane, giving relief at once. Price 50c. She—“As the Vassar girl said to the West Point cadet.” He—“What was that?” She—“It’s a long time between ice-creams.” They make one feel as though life was worth livmg. Take one of Carter’s Little Liver Pills after eating; it will relieve dyspepsia, aid digestion, give tone and Vigor to the system. _ Lady guest to a small boy—“Why, Wil- lie, how tanned you are ?” Willie (frank- ly)—“Yes’m ; father done it.” Every woman who sufferrers from sick headache, and who dislikes to take bitter doses, should try Carter’s Little Live: Pills. They are the easiest of all med- icines to take. A positive cure for till above distressing complaint; give prompi relief in dyspepsia and indlgestion; pre— vent and cure constipation and piles. As easy to take as sugar. Only one pill a dose. 40 iuavial. Price 25 cents. It] ylpu try them you will not be without t cm. A correct statement.—Patient—“Do cucumbers distress all people, doctor?” Doctor—“No sir; only those who eat them.” The captain of good Ship Storm King says :-—“For the past five years I have used Sulphur Bitters on board my vessel, and have not lost a man. They are a sure preventive of all contagious fevers so inci- dent to warm climates. Please send me at once two dozen bottles, and oblige—J. Starrct. “This is an add tjuuk to my business,” said the ragman, as he gathered in a lot of old iron. The most obstinate cases of catarrh are cured by the use of Ely’s Cream Balm, the only agreeable remedy. It is not a liquid or snuff, is easily applied into the nostrils. For cold in the head it is magical. It gives relief at once. Price 50 cents. When you feel like calling a big man a list, he sure you’re right, then use the tel- ephone. ormercury, they are dead on are S, ck no 1 ml . Place your trust in gatterwhat ails 9‘0. 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