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Dr. Tnlmngo Roviows Prist Ad
vantages nnd Adversities.
KlifniirnKi'iiM'tit llirhul rr, t.B
lniktiiril-l'(,li,tH In l.lr,. Ill.torf
WliUh It l Will to Itfiiii-nilii-r
-Ciiiiiitiircil 1 rouble.
In a lati1 sermon sit I'.rooklyn I!cv. T.
IV Witt Tulniugo oIiom ns the topic, u
nsinonium of rotnlnNcciieos appropriate
to the .(iimiii, the text selected being
I'Milin ..l...:!. "While 1 whs musing
the ihc burned." lie said:
Hero is David, the psalmist, with the
foro-tlnger of his right hand against his
temple, the door shut against the world,
engaged in contemplation. And It
would he well for us to take the same
portion often, closing the door against
the world, while we sit down in sweet
.solitude to contemplate.
In u Miiall island on" the coast 1 once
passed a Sabbath in delightful soli
tude, for I hail resolved that I would
have one day of entire quiet before I
entered upon autumnal work. I
thought to have spent the day In lay
ing out plans for Christian work; tint
In-tcnd of that It became u day of
tender remlnUeenoe. I reviewed my
pastorate, I shook hands with un old
departed friend, whom I shall greet
again when the curtains of life are
lifted. The days of my boyhood
came back, and 1 was 10 year
of age, and I was 8, and I was ..
There was but one house on the
island, and yet from Sabbath daybreak,
when the blrd-chaut woke me. until
the evening melted into the bay, from
shore to shore there, were ten thous
and memories, and the groves were
ahum w ith voices that had long ago
ceased.
Youth Is apt too much to spend all
its time In looking forward. Old age
is apt too much to spend all its time In
looking backward. I'eople in mid-life
and on the apex look both ways. It
would be well for us, I think, however,
to spend more time in reminiscence.
ly the constitution of our nature we
spend most of the time looking for
ward. And the vast majority of people
live not so much In the present as in
the future. I tind that you mean to
make a reputation, you mean to es
tablish yourself, and the advantages
that you e.peet to achieve absorb a
great deal of your time. Hut I see no
harm in this, if It does not make you
discontented with the present or dis
qualify you for existing duties.
It is a useful thing sometimes to look
back, and to see the dangers we have
escaped, and to see the sorrows we
have sulTered, and the trials and wan
derings of our earthly pilgrimage, and
to sum up our enjoyments. I mean to
day, so far as (Sod may help me, to stir
up your memory of the p.ist, so that in
the review you may be encouraged and
humbled, and urged to pray.
There is a chapel in Florence with it
fresco by (Suido. It was covered up
with two inches of stucco until our
American and European artists went
there, and after long toil removed the
covering and retraced the fresco. And
I am uware that the memory of the
past, with many of you, is all covered
up with ten thousand obliterations,
ind I propose this morning, so fur as
the Lord will help me, to take away
the covering, that the old picture may
bhiuc out again.
I want to bind in oik.' sheaf all your
past advantages and I want to bind in
another sheaf all your past adversities.
It is a precious harvest and I must be
cautions how I swing the scythe.
Among the greatest advantages of
your past life was an early home and
Its surroundings. The bad men of the
day, ftir the most part, dip their heated
passions out of the boiling spring of an
unhappy home. We aie not surprised
that Hyron's heart was a concentration
nf sin, when we hear his mother was
tbandoncd, and that she made sport of
his infirmity, and often called him "the
lame brat." lie who has vicious pa
rents has to fight every inch of his way
if lie would maintain his integrity, and
it lust reach the home of the good in
Heaven.
Porhupsyour early home was in the
sily. It may have been in the days
when Canal str-et, New York, was far
uptown. That old house in the city
may have been demolished or changed
Into stores, ami it seemed like a sacri
lege to you fur there was more mean
ing in that plain house, in that small
house, than there is in a granite man
don or a turreted, cathedral. Looking
back this morning, you see it as though
It were yesterday the sitting-room,
.where tile loved ones sat by the plain
lamplight, the mother at the evening
ttiind, the brothers and sisters, per
haps long ago gathered into the skies,
then plotting mischief u the iloor or
under the table, your father with u ilrm
voice commanding silence, that lusted
half u minute.
Oh. those were good days! If you
had your foot hurt, your mother ul
ways had a soothing salve to heal It.
If you were wronged in the street, your
father was always ready to protect
you. The year was one round of frolic
and mirth. The greatest trouble was
an April shower, more suushim than
shower. The heart hud not been ran
sacked by troubles, nor had Mckuoss
broken it, and no lamb had a warmer
sheepfold than the home in whieh your;
childhood nestled.
Perhaps you were brought up in the
country. You stand now to-day in
memory tinder the old tree. You
clubbed it for fruit that was not quite
ripe because you could not wait any
longer. You hear thu brook rumbling
nlong over the pebbles. You step again
into the furrow where your father in
Ills Mii.'t sleeves shouted to tho ln.y
oxen. You frighten the swallows from
the rafters of the barn and take just
one egg, and slleuceyour conscience by
mylng that they will not miss it
You take a drink again out of
tho very bucket that the old well
fetched up. You go for the cows
tit night and find them wagging their
liPiidu through the bars. Ofttlmes in
thu dustv anil busy streets you wish
you were homo iifc'uin on thut cool I
THE RED CLOUD
grass, or In the hall of the farm house,
through which there was the breath of
new mown hay or the blossom of buck
wheat. You may have In your windows now
beautiful plants mid (lowers brought
from across the seas, but not one of
them stirs in your soul so much charm
and memory as the old ivy and the yel
low sunilower that stood sentinel along
the garden walk, and the forget-me-nots
playing hide-and-seek mid the
long grass. The father who used to
come In sun-burnt from the Ileitis, and
sit down on the door-sill and wipe the
sweat from his brow, may have gone to
his everlasting rest. The mother, who
used to sit at the door u little bent
over, cup and spectacles on, her face
mellowing with the vicissitudes of
many years, may have put down her
gray head on the pillow In the valley,
but forget that home you never will.
Have you thanked Ood for It'.' Have
you rehearsed all these blessed reminis
cences'.' Oh, thank (Sod for a Christian
father; thank (Sod for a Christian moth
er: thank (Sod for an early Christian
altar at which you were taught to
kneel; thank (Sod for auearly Christian
home.
I bring to mind another passage in
the history of your life. The day came
when you set up your own household.
The days passed along In quiet blessed
ness. You twain sat at the table morn
ing and night and talked over your
plans for the future. The most insig
nificant alTalr in your life became the
subject of mutual consultation and ad
visement. You were so happy you felt
you never could be any happier. One
day a dark cloud hovered over your
dwelling, and it got darker and
darker; but out of that cloud the
shining messenger of (Sod descends to
incarnate an immortal spirit. Two
little feet started on an eternal jour
ney, and you were to lead them: a gem
to (lash in Heaven's coronet, and yon
to polish it; eternal ages of light and
darkness watching the starting out of
a newly created being.
You rejoiced and you trembled at the
responsibility that in your possession
an Immortal treasure was placed. You
prayed and rejoiced, and wept and
wondered; you were earnest in suppli
cation that you might lead it through
life into the kingdom of (Sod. There
was tremor in vour earnestness. There
was a double interest about that home.
There was an additional interest why
you should stay there and be falthfui,
and when in a few months your house
was filled with the music of the child's
laughter you were struck through with
the fact that you have had ti stupend
ous mission.
Have yon kept that vow'.1 Have you
neglected any of these duties'.' Is your
home as much to you as it used to be'.'
Have those anticipations been granted'.'
(Sod help you to-day in your solemn
reminiscence, and let His mercy fall
upon your soul If your kindness has
been ill requited. (Sod have mercy on
the parent, on the wrinkles of whose
face Is written the story of a child's
sin. (Sod have mercy on the mother
who, in addition to her other p.iugs,
has the pang of a child's Iniquity. Oh,
there are many, many sad sounds in
this sad world, but the saddest sound
that is ever heard is the breaking of ti
mother's heart. Are there any hero
who remember that in that home they
were unfaithful'.' Are there those who
wandered off from that early home,
and left the mother to die with a broken
heart'.' Oh, I stir that reminiscence to
day. 1 (Ind another point in your life his
tory. You found one day you were in
the wrong road; you could not sleep at
night; there was just one word that
seemed to sob through your banking
house, or through yourollice, or your
shop or your bed room, and that word
was "eternity." You said: "I am not
ready for it. O (Sod, have mercy." The
Lord heard, l'eace came to your heart.
You remember how your hand trembled
as you took the cup of the holy com
munion. You remember the old min
ister who consecrated it, and you re
member the church olllcials who car
ried it through the aisle: you remember
the old people who at the close of the
service took your hand in theirs in con
gratulating sympathy, us much as to
say, "Welcome home, yon lost prod
igal;" and though those hands have all
withered away that communion Sab
bath is resurrected to-day; it is resur
rected with all Its prayers, ami songs,
and tears, and sermons, and tr.iuflgui'.i
tlon. Have you kept those vows'.' Have
you been a backslider'.' (Sod help you!
Hut some of you have not always hud
a smooth life. Some of you are now in
the shadow. Others hud their troubles
years ago, you are a mere wreck of
what you once were; I must gather up
the sorrows of your past life, but how
shall I do it'.' You say that is impossi
ble, as you have had so many troubles
and adversities. Then I will take just
two, the first trouble uud the last
trouble. As when you are walklug
along the street and there has been
music in the distance, you unconscious
ly find yourselves keeping step to the
music, so when you starU'd life your
very life was a musical time-beat. The
air was full of joy and hilarity; with
the bright, clear oar you made the boat
skip; you went on, and life grew bright
fill, until, after awhile, suddenly a
voice from Heaven said "llalt!"undyou
halted; you grew pale, you confronted
your first sorrow. You had no Idea
that the flush on your child's cheek
was an unhealthy flush. You said It
cannot be anything serious. Death In
slippered fVet walked around about the
cradle. You did not hear the tread;
but after awhile the truth flashed on
you. You walked the floor. Oh, if
you could, with your stout right hand
have wrenched the child from the de
stroyer. You went to your room, and you said:
"(Sod, save my child! (Sod, savu my
ehllil!" The world seemed going out
In darkness. You said: "1 cannot
bear it. I cannot bear it." You felt
as if you could not put thu lashes over
the bright eyes, never to scu them
again sparkle. Oh, If you could havu
taken that little one in your arms, and
with It leaped into the grave, how
gladly you would have done It! Oh, If
you could have, let your property go,
CHIEF, RED CLOUD,
your houses go, your land nnd your
store house go, how gladly you would
have allowed them to depart If you
could only have kept thut one treasure!
Hut one day there aiose from the
heavens a chill blast that swept over
the bed room, and Instantly all the
light went out. and there wasdarkness
thick, murky. Impenetrable, shudder
ing darkness Hut (Sod did not levti
you there. Mercy spoke. As you were
about to put the cup to your 'lips, Cod
said. "Let It pass," and forthwith, as
by the hand of angels, another cup was
put Into your hands; it was the cup of
(Sod's consolation. And if you hue
sometimes lifted thehead of a' wounded
soldier and poured wine into his lips,
so (Sod puts'llls left arm under vour
liead, ami with Ills right hand' He
pours Into your lips the wine of Ills
comfort and His consolation, and you
looked at the empty cradle and looked
at your broken heart, and you looked
at the Lord's chastisement, and you
said, "liven so. luthcr, for so it seem
good in Thy sight."
Ah, it Is your first trouble How did
you get over If.' (Sod comforted you.
You have been u better man ever since.
You hac been a U-tter woman ever
since, in the jar of the closing gate of
the sepulcher you heard the clanging
of the opening gate of Heaven, and
you felt an irresistible drawliiL' heaven
ward. You hae been purer and holler
of heart ever since that night when the
little one for the last time put its arms
around your neck anil said. "(Sood
night, papa: good night, mamma. Meet
me in Heaven."
Hut I must come on down to your
later sorrow. What was it'.' Perhaps
it was sickness. The child's tread on
the stair or the tick of the watch on
the stand disturb you. Through the
long weary days you counted the figures
In the carpet or the flowers In the wall
pai-er. Hut you are better, perhaps
even well. Have you thanked (Sod that
to-day you can come out In the fresh
.ilr; that you are in this place to hear
Cod's name, and to sing Cod's praise,
and to implore (Sod's help, ami to ask
Cod forgiveness'.'
Perhaps your last sorrow was a finan
cial embarrassment. Ily tin unadvised
indorsement, or by a conjunction of un
foreseen events, or by fire or storm, or
a senseless panic, you have been flung
headlong, and where you once ills
P'lised great charities now you have,
hard work to make both ends meet.
Have you forgotten to thank Cod for
your days of prosperity, and that
through your trials some of you made
investments which will continue ufter
tho last bank of this world has ex
ploded and the silver nnd gold are
molten in tires of a burning world?
Have you, amid all your losses and en
couragements, forgot thut there was
bread on your tablu this morning and
that, there shall be a shelter for your
head from the storm, and there Is air
for your lungs, and blood for your
heart, and light for your eye, and u
glad and glorious and triumphant re
ligion for your soul'.'
Perhaps your last trouble was a be
reavement. That heart w lilch in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been u source of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden an
noyance and without deliberation you
say, "I will go and tell mother," tho
thought (lushes on you: "1 have no
mother." Or the father, with voice
less tender, but at heart as earnest uud
loving wutehful of all our ways, ex
ultant over your successes without say
ing much, although the old people do
talk it over by themselves is taken
away forever.
Or there wus your companion in life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin, where
tin ill winds blow over a wide wilder
ness of desolation, the sands of tho
desert driving across thu place which
once bloomed like the garden of (Sod.
And Abraham mourns for Sarah at thu
cave of .Machpelah. doing along your
path in life, suddenly, there was an
ojh'ii grave.
Hut cheer up in the name of the Lord
.lesus Christ, the Comforter. He is not
going to forsake you. Did thu Lord
take that child out of your arms'.' Why
hi Is going to shelter it better than you
could. Ilu is going to array it in u
white robe, and give It a palm branch
and have it all ready to greet you at
your coming home. Illessed the broken
heart that Jesus heals. Illessed thu
importunate cry that. lesus compassion
ates. Illessed the weeping eyu from
which thu soft hand of .lesus wipes
away the tear.
Hut tliese reminiscences reach only to
this morning. There Is one more point
of tremendous reminiscence, and that
Is tho last hour of life, when we have to
look over all our past existence. What
a moment that will be) I place Napo
leon's dying reminiscence on St. Helena
besldu Mrs. .ludson'sdylng reininiscenco
in the harbor of St. Helena, the same
Island, twenty years after. Napoleon's
dying reminiscence was one of delirium
as lie exclaimed: "Head of the army!"
Mrs. .ludson's dying reminiscence, as
shu came home from her missionary
toil and her life of self-sacrifice for (Sod,
dying in thu cabin of the ship in the
harbor of St. Helena, was: "I always
did love tho Lord .lesus Christ" And
then, the historian says, she fell into u
sound sleep for an hour, and woke amid
the songs of angels.
I place tho dying reminiscence of
Augustus Ciesitr against the dying rem
iniscence of thu Apostle Paul. The
dying reminiscence of Augustus Ciesar
was, addressing his attendants, "lluvo
I played my part well on the stage ol
life'.'" and they answered in theatllrma
tlve, and lie said: "Why, then, (join
you applaud me'.'" The dying reminis
cence of Paul the Apostle was: "I
havu fought a good tight, I have fin
ished my course, I have kept the faith;
henceforth there is laid up for
me a crown of righteousness, which
the Ijoril, the righteous Judge, will
give ine in that day, and not to me
only, but to all them that love His ap
pealing." Augustus Ciusur died amid
pomp ami great surroundings. Paul
uttered ills dying reminiscences look
Stilt ui throuirli the roof of a dumvoi..
(Sod grant that our dying pillow 111115
bo the closing of a useful life, uud till
opening of a yl jricu; eternity.
NEBRASKA, FRIDAY,
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HE HAD A DREAM.
Anil lie ltclnti.1 It to III lather with
ririMlng Iti'Kiilla.
Top," said young Philip Orn lobar to
his father, "1 had a dream last night"
"You don't mean It!" bald Mr. Unilo
bar. "Yes I do," said Philip. "I dreamt
I was glng along the street, and I
got awful thirsty nnd I went into 11
drug store, to get some soda water. The
sodu, fountain thcro was biggest onu I
ever saw, nnd the man tending it was a
giant. He looked down on mo and
nsked mo what I'd have, and I said I'd
like a strawberry with ico cream in it
"The giant set out on tho counter 11
glass about two feet high and he put
in it a lot of strawberry sirup, and then
ho took tho cover off of nn ico cream
freerer that was pretty near as big as
barrel and scooped out about throe
platofuls of iee croam and put that in.
Then ho put the tumbler under the soda
water spout nnd whirled the wheel
around and tho soda wont s.-z-z zt!
sztl s.t! and then tho ginnt pushed tho
glass over in front of mo, full, tind with
tho thick creamy foam running over
tho top nnd 1 didn't touch It."
Whutt" said Mr. (Jratobar.
"No, said Philip, "I didn't touch it.
I felt in my pocket and I found I hadn't
got a cent."
Mr. Grntobur understood.
Then Philip wont forth in search of
n fountain; not of thu fountain he had
seen in his dream, but of ouo as nearly
like it ns he could find in actual life.
N. Y. Sun.
Josn Uiixinos says: "I will novcr pur
cliase n lottery ticket so long un 1 eua hue u
uiun to rob mo ut reusouublu wuges."
Diamonds conio highest at cut rates.
Rtmxn a hobby is sometimes very restful.
lUm's Horn.
HAPi'ivr.st Is all mora or less honio-mndo.
nnlvoston News.
''Hot? Well, I should rejolco to shiver I
Puck's Library.
Ronr.TV Is what pcoplo try to ho when
they know they aro wutched. Uam's Horn.
Tim: ninnkoy goes to tho stiniiv side of tho
treo when ho wants a wanner climb.
Tin: great auk Is an extinct bird. U t
ioulitedly its great auk-wurdiicss prov
fatal.
1
Tim: bearded fucltlvo from lustlco often
manages to vscnpu by acloso slmva Tioy
Press.
Tub sadilost of all sones Is that of tho ml.
lectors: "A duo, kind friend, a duol"
Cleveland Plnlmlculer.
.
Two iirads aro certainly bolter than ono
when tho problem Is to produco u kiss.
Bomurvillo Journal.
Maud "Did ho marry her for hormonovl"
r.olu ".Vo, for lior fathor's." Kato Field's
Wushmgton.
A MTTi.nglrl In church after tho contribu
tion plato had been passeit, complacently
nil audibly said: "I paid for four, mamma,
ivus that rlghtl"
Tim. i;lrl with a hammock understnmU
Iho moaning of not profits even if sho never
learned tho multiplication tublc.
Tilt. al.K.tn ni'iiiiln.a In ...a 1... .l. .1...!..
1 ho theory is that hocau sco tnoro with one
jju in. 111 uu u.iu I'uiiiprcufiiu,
Tin: stroot navor Isn't far wrnnL In rnr.
actcrlzliig his work an beneath hua, lluf
falo Courier,
yfffjvy,
AUGUST 18, 1898.
ttAM NCTOWDETV
"WALTER S. HAINES, M: D.
'I'rv. Chemistry, Rusk Medical College,
"Consulting Chemist, Chicago Board of
Tub Past and tho Kuture. Kortuno-tollcr
"I euii toll you win) jour fuluio husband
will Do." Chicago Woman "That doesn't
disturb mo In thu slightest. hut 1 want
to know is who my imst husbands buvo
been." Duti oil Free Press.
"Pai'A, It siiys hi this account of tho
flliht that Hlr Afiirmudiiko fell 011 his kncrs
and bogged for quiiricr," suld Tommy,
"Whatiliil lio want uquurtcr fori I thougnt
ho was rich."
"Oxn of you boys lias been stealing rais
ins again; 1 have round tho seeds on tho
floor. AVhlch oueof jciu was lit" Tummy
"It wasn't 1110; 1 wullowcd tho seals In
mlno." Tld-Ults.
"Tim seashore Is tho plnco tomnkotho
bnshful lover pioposc," said tho philoso
pher. "If ho hiinn't grit enough himself,
ho cult acouiro sll the sund ho needs on tho
beuch." liurper's Oaiar.
' .
"Satoiu seems to be vorv guarded In his
speech, ho" "Pvo noticed thut myself;
his wlfo nnver lots him got In u word any
place." Inter Ocean.
Growing Old I'leunnntly.
Tho cheerful old folks you can find aro
those wlso enough to nilliguta tho Infirmit
ies of uiio with HostetterV. Htomuch Uitlois,
tho finest tonic In declining veurs, Infirm
ity, dul leu to health uiid convalescence. It
stimulates digestion, renews appeiito and
sleep, tind insures regular action of thu
liver and bowels. AKiiinst malaria, rheu
matism und klduey complaints it is u relJ
uhlo safeguard.
Tun fly that tho spider wove n wob for
wus not so fly after all. Ho was curious
about tho wouving and got taken it. Picu
yuuo. .
AnKyou bnsyl Aro you making money?
If so, stick tw It; you aro fortunate. If you
ro not, thou our advico Is thut you writ" nt
otii'ii to U. F. Johnson & Co . Hlolunond. Vil
Uliey cun show you how to cuter quickly
upon a proUtublo work.
Tub luundry girls of to-day think their
lot u hard one, but it wus la tho days of
Queen Hllzuhoth that thoy had u leally ruff
tiuio of It. Troy Press.
.
J. H. Paukkii, Frcdonbi, N. V., says:
"Sliull not call on you for thnflfx) rewind,
fur I believe Hall's C ttarrh Cure will cure
any c.iso of catarrh. Was very b.ul." Write
him for particulars. Hold by l)i ugKints, 7fo.
.
Tun wulklng delegate doesn't need to bo
remarkably hamlHomu to present a striking
up'wurjiico. HuiTalo Courier.
Tub principal causes of sick heailacho,
bllllousneHs and cold chills are found in tho
stomach uud liver. Cured by llccelium's Pills.
.
Customeii "Have you ony roach foodl"
Baloslndy "No; but wo bavo so vend kinds
of baby's food."
.
Flannel next the skin often produces a
rush, removed with llieun's Kiilpluir Koup.
Hill's Hutr und Wlilhker Dyo, 60 cents.
-I m -
The laundry glrla of to-duy think their
lot u hard one, hut it wus la tho days of
Queen Klizuhoth that thoy hud a roully ruff
ticio of it. Troy Press.
.
No Flies on It. That lly paper tliosalos
mun (old juu wus better than iho kind you
culled for. Boston Transcript.
Canada bus carried oft nearly all tho
woi Id's fair prizes for cheese. Tho vlutory
must buvo been u mito-youe. Tioy Press.
THE POT INSULTED THE KETTLE BECAUSE,
THE COOK HAD NOT USED
SAPOLIO
GOOD COOKING DEMANDS CLEANLINESS.
SAPOLIO SHOULD be used in every KITCHEN.
If yon wish
the lightest, sweetest,
finest cake,
biscuit and bread,
Royal Baking Powder
is indispensable
in their
preparation.
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"TiiiciiK, I knew something was liii
wind," said tho western fat fuer sudW
himsolf, us, through u crack in thu cevt
wall l,o saw his new burn sailing iilongii ,
tho crest of ti oyuloau. Huston Courier. .
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Lath revoloi s singing "Thoro's no plaii
like homu" id win, h stop tho melody just be-
lore mey get mom aim creep upstairs
their stocking foot. Huston Truuscrlpt.
A MJ.TCH doesn't know enough to keep If
when il rains At all evcnls, It is sure M
go out if Ilis wot.
Wiikn a woman sots her fuca ngnlust nny
thing it usually lias to ko except It hap
pens to bo u mustache. Troy Press.
KNOWLEDGE
Brings comfort and Improvement nx
tends to personal enjoyment wher
rightly used. Tho many, who live bet
ter than others and enjoy life more, with,
less expenditure, by inoro promptly
adapting tho world'a best products to
tho needs of physical being, will attest
tho value to health of tho pure liquid
laxative principles embraced in the
remedy, Syrup of Figs.
Its excellence in duo to its presenting ;
in tho form most acceptiiblo and plcait
nnt to tho taste, tho rof rcshing and truly
beneficial propertied of n perfect lax--ative;
cfTcetiiiilly cleansing the system,
dispelling colds, headaches und fevers
and permanently curing constipation.
It has given satisfaction to millions and
met with tho approval of the medical,
profession, because it nctH on tho Kid
neys, Liver and Bowels without weak
ening them and it id perfectly frco from
every objectionable substance.
Syrup of Figs is for salo by nil drug
gists in 60c and $1 bottles, but it is man
ufactured by tho California Fig Syrup
Co. only, whoso namo ia printed on every
package, also tho namo, Syrup of Figs,,
nnd being well informed, you will noli,
accept any substitute if oflercd.
l'lho'H Hcmody for Catarrh i. the I
IlfHt, Kaslust to Use, und Chuupest. I
ISolil by ilni-tKlnts or feat by mall,
fOc. K. T. Jliwolllne, Warren, I'u.
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