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CESAR'S DISLIKE OF CASSIUS.
Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
Yet it my name were liable to fear,
I do not kuow the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
He is a great ob erver, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
As thou dost, Anthony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing;
Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,

Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Julius Cæsar,"--Act I.

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and strong woman. I began taking it because you so warmly recommended
in it—but it has relieved me of my trouble and stopped the spitting of bloody !
to trouble me in the morning, the first thing after getting around the hous
my work and have the care and responsibility of managing a large hotel as
is a splendid medicine to have accomplished so much in the time I have
Howard is managing a hotel in one of the large towns in Michigan-and
great deal of hesitation-because the Doctors who had been treating her said
consumption if she insisted on going to work. To-day she is weighing 150 pour
35 pounds since last November.” Please send to address here in given, Mi
Reed City, Michigan, Flint & Pere, Marguette Junction.

HAS YET TO FIND THEIR EQUAL.-Mrs. David A. Warrer April 23rd, '96 writes: It has been many years, thirty or more, since I comr medicines and have yet to find their equal. I have told many people of your : have used them and found them just as you advertise. A lady living in the me has takeu a small bottle of the Acacian Balsam and says it helped her si sent to the agent for more. She had a cancer removed from her face a year ag to let you know how much I think of the medicine.

A MIRACULOUS CURE. John Gillia, Highland Park, Lake Co., Ill saved from the very jaws of death by Dr. O. Phelps Brown's Herbal Treatmen My cure is considered no less than a miracle. Everyone said, I was beyond all confined to my bed, emaciated with sore lungs and a cough, raised continually, and was approaching dissolution. I sent for six bottles of Dr. Brown's Acacian pots of ointment and a box of pills. From the commencement of the course 1] and day by day the foe let go his hold until I was pronounced cured of consun working with no sign of the old trouble. I must. acknowledge that your mi life and restored my health.”

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A WORD TO VETERINARIANS AND STOCK OWNE

Perhaps you have never tested Dr. Brown's Champion Veterinary sore on your horse's back? You have tried other remedies you say, and the sor Well, if you want it to heal quickly, skin over and grow hair, try the above warrant, you will keep it on hand henceforth; and, at the same time, acknowle the world! We shall be very pleased to learn your opinion of this ointment à trial. Dr. O. P. Brown's Veterinary Ointment is composed of healing roots al furnish a penetrating, healing and sovereign remedy in the care of stock, be Once upon anything yet given to the world for the purpose. It arouses he ing a free circulation through the parts to which it is applied; re

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If I've made, for life's hard battle,

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WHICH SHALL IT BE!

ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.

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HICH shall it be? which shall it be ?"
I looked at John-John looked at me,
Dear patient John, who loves me yet
As well as though my locks were jet,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak,
“Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I listened, bent my head.
“This is his letter."

“I will give A house and land while

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shall live,
If in return from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."
I looked at John's old garments worn,
[ thought of all that John had borne
Of poverty and work and care,
Which I, though willing could not share;
Of seven hungry mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

WHICH SHALL IT BE ?

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“Come John,” said I,
"We'll choose among them as they lie asleep,"
So walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band.
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby slept;
Her damp curls lay, like gold alight,
A glory ’gainst the pillow white;
Softly her father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said, "not her.”

We stepped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of lamp light shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so pitiful and so fair,
I saw on Charlie's rough red cheek
A tear undried, ere John could speak;
“He's but a baby, too,” said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient Robby's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace;
“Nay, for a thousand crowns not him,"
He whispered while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! sad Dick! our wayward son, -
Turbulent, reckless, idle one-
Could he be spared. Nay, he who gave
Bids us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart can be
Patient enough for such as he;

And so said John, “I would not dare

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