GEMS OF POETRY.

Let her not, though clouds surround her,
Feel herself of thee forsaken.

DR. O.

HELPS BROWN'S

RESTORATITE ASSIMILAWT.

or the Positive Cure of Epilepsy or Fits, Dyspepsia, Indigestion, all d ment of the Stomach and Bowels, and every Form of Debility, no m from what source it may arise, and ranks pre-eminently as a Toni Nervine and Diuretic.

Another who is weak eateth herbs. Rom. xiv. 2.

Next to the lungs, the stomach appears to be the organ whose functions exper 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; onditions of the stomach produce various annoying eruptions.

We can understand this if we observe the effect which a single glass of warm s 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 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, the remelies always consisting of the various antipasmodics, nitrate of silver, and more lately bromide 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 specific medicine ever discovered, and if fairly

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will not fail to cure every form of Epilepsy, Falling Sickness or Fits. The chie vain, the greatest anti-spasmodic known.

ds upon thousands of Epileptic patients have been cured by the Restora ere are. few communities in Frone or America in which cannot h

urned to the sapphire throne,

OUR INFANT IN HEAVEN.WOMAN.

Till golden harp and angel voice
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.

WOMAN.

E. S. BARRET.

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 grave.

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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 King;

With Jesus, my Savior,

I'm the child of a King.

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

CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CESAR.

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.

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