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GEMS OF POETRY.

Let her not, though clouds surround her,

Feel herself of thee forsaken.

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Another who is weak eateth herbs. Rom. civ. 2. Next to the lungs, the stomach appears to be the organ whose functions expei reatest variety of deviations from a healthy state; and this is because the digestive re so frequently deranged by improper food and drink. When this organ is der: ntire body sympathizes—the nervous systém, the liver, heart and even the skin; 1 onditions of the stomach produce various annoying eruptions.

We can understand this if we observe the effect which a single glass of warm st quid has upon the entire system; and knowing this we can also realize the wonde hich a true remedy provided by Nature for the cure of diseases which arise from tomach, would have in restoring the system to health through the cure of this o herefore, cannot dwell too strongly on the importance of this effective stomachic .ervine known as Dr. O. Phelps Brown's Restorative Assimilant-it being a pure he ine guaranteed to strengthen, heal, and cure the worst cases of Dyspepsia, because, : mplies, It assimilates readily with the juices of the stomach and assists in digestion.

EPILEPSY OR FITS, – The treatment of this disease has never been rational, theremelies always consisting of the various antispasmodics, nitrate of silver, and more lately promide of potassium.

On none of these can reliance be placed. The disease must be differently attacked. Experience has taught me that Epilepsy is caused oy a peculiar derangement of the stomach, which condition this remedy removes, thus curing the disease. In presenting my Stomach Tonic and Nervine-the Restorative Assimiliant to Epileptics I give them a simple and unfailing Herbal Remedy. It is the most potent and This cut illustrates the danger an specific medicine ever discovered, and if fairly tainty of attacks characterizing E

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Rang out in mighty tone;
And as the silvery numbers swelled,

By seraph voices given,
High, clear, and sweet the anthem rolled

Through all the court of heaven.

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Not she with traitorous kiss her Savior stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could dangers brave,
Last at the cross and earliest at the

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THE CHILD OF A KING.

HATTIE E, BUELL.

My father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold:
His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

My Father's own Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest of men,
But now He is reigning forever on high,
And will give me a home in heaven by and by.

I once was an outcast stranger on earth,
A sinner by choice, an "alien" by birth!
But I've been "adopted," my name's written down:
An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

A tent or a cottage, why should I care ?
They're building a palace for me over there!
Tho' exiled from home yet, still I may sing,
All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.

I'm the child of a King,

The child of a Kiny;
With Jesus, my Savior,

I'm the child of a King.

Knowledge is power-Knowledge rightly used will do no one ill.

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CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CÆSAR.

Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed:
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,

That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Julius Cæsar,”- Act 1.

SHAKESPEARE

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