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THE LEDtiEK: GAFFNEY, S. O., JULY 31, 18»8. FnUKTAlN OF YOUTH. REV. DR. TALMAGE SAYS WE DO NOT NEED REJUVENATION. One I.ifp I* Knongli to I^lvo on 1'artli—No Man Snt!*tK*«l, No Matter How Great 11U Sihtcsk—Ho Shovra How Unpleaaant It Would Ito to Live Life Over Again. ^Copyright, 1898, by American Press Asso ciation.! Washington, July 17.—Thin clifi- course of Dr. Tnlinage extols our preseut opportunities ho that more opportunities than v/o enjoy in this life do not seem desirable; the text, Job ii, 4, “All that a man hath will la* ftivo for Ins life.” That is untrue. The Lord did not say it, but satan said it to the Lord when the evil one wanted Job still more af flicted. The record is, “So went satan forth from the presence of the Lord and smote Job with sore boils.” And satan lias been the author of all eruptive dis ease since then, and he hopes by poison ing the blood to poison the soul. But the result of the diabolical experiment which left Job victor proved the falsity of the satanic remark, “All that a man hath will he give for his life.” Many a captain who has stood on the bridge of the steamer till his passengers got off and he drowned; many an engineer who has kept his hand on the throttle valve or his foot on the brake until the most of tho train was saved, while he went down to death through the open drawbridge; many a fireman who plunged into a blazing house to get a sleeping child out, the fireman sacrific ing his life in the attempt, and the thousands of martyrs who submitted to fiery stake and knife of massacre and In adman’s ax and guillotine rather than surrender principle, proving that in many a ease my text was not true when it says, “All that a man hath will ho give for his life.” But satan’s falsehood was built on a truth. Life is very precious, and if we would not give up all, there are many things * e would surrender rather than surrender it. We sec how precious life is from tho fact that we do everything to prolong it. Hence all sanitary regu lations, all study of hygiene, all fear of drafts, all waterproofs, all doctors, all medicines, all struggle in crisis or acci dent. An admiral of the British navy was court martialed for turning hi.s ship around in time of danger and so damag ing the ship. It was proved against him. But when his time came to bo heard he said: “Gentlemen, I did turn tho ship around, and admit that it was damaged, but do you want to know why I turned it? There was a man overboard, and I wanted to save him and I did save him, and I consider the life of one sailor worth all the vessels of tho Brit ish navy.” No wonder he was vindicat ed. Life is indeed very precious. Yea, there are those who deem life so precious they would like to repeat it, they would "T' like to try it over again. They would like to go back from 70 to 00, from (JO to GO, from GO to 40, from 40 to :J0 and from 80 to 20. I propose, for very prac tical and useful purposes, as will appear before I get through, to discuss the question wo have all asked of others and others have again and again asked of us, Would you like to live your lifo over again? No Man Satiftflpsl. Tho fact is that no intelligent and right feeling man is satisfied with his past lifo. However successful your life may have been, you aro not satisfied with it. What is success? Ask that question of a hundred different men, and they will give a hundred different answers. Ono man will say, “Success is 61,000,000;” another will say, “Suc cess is worldwide publicity;” another will say, “Success is gaining that which you started for.” But as it'is a free country I give my own definition, and say, “Succcbs isfulfilliug the particular mission upon which you were sent, whether to write a constitution or in vent a new style of wheel barrow or take care of a sick child.” Do what God calls you to do, and yon are a success, whether you leave $1,000,000 at death or are buried at public expense, whether it takes 15 pages of an encyclopedia to tell tho wonderful things you have done or your name is never printed but once, and that in tho death column. But whatever your success has been you aro not satisfied with your life. We have all made so many mistakes, stumbled into so many blunders, said so many things that ougL; not to have been said and done so many things that ought not to have been done that we can suggest at least 95 per cent of im provement. Now, would it not bo grand if tho good Lord would say to you: “You can go back and try it over again. I will, by a word, turn your bair to black, or brown, or golden, and smooth all tho wrinkles out of your temple or cheek, and take tho bend out of your shoulders, and extirpate the stiffness from tho joint, and the rheumatio twinge from the foot, and you shall bo 21 years of ago and just what you were when you reached that point before.” If tho proposition were made, I think many thousands would accept it. That feeling caused tho ancient search for what was called the fountain of youth, tho waters of which, taken, would turn the hair of the octogenarian into tho curly locks of a boy, and, how ever old a person who drank at that fountain, he would be youug again. The island was said to belong to tho group of Bahamas, but lay far oat in the ocean. The great Spanish explorer, Juan Ponce do Leon, fellow voyager of Co lumbus, I have no doubt felt that if ho could discover that fountain of youth he would do as much as his friend had done in discovering America. 80 ho put out in 1512 from Porto Kico and cruised about among tho Buhunius in search of that fountain. I am glad ho did not iud it There is no such fountain. But y there were, and its waters were bot- wed up and sunt abroad at $1.0UU a bot- Tie, the demand would be greater than the supply, and many a man who'has come through a life of uselessness un:l perhaps sin to old age would be shaking np the potent liquid, and if ho wore di rected to teko only a teaspoonful after : each meal would bo so anxious to maki 1 suro work ho would take n tablespoou- ful, and if directed to take a tablespoon- ful would take a glassful. (Stale and Stupid. Be‘some of you would have to go ! back further than to 21 years of ago to j make a fair start, for thero arc many | who manage to get all wrong before that period. Yea, in order to get a fair start, some would have td go bark to tho lather and mother and get them corrected, yea, to tho grandfather and grandmother, and have their lifo cor rected, for some of yon aro sufferiug from bad hereditary influences which started 100 years ago. Well, if your grandfather lived his life over again, and your father lived his life over again, and you lived your lifo over again, what a cluttered up place this world would be—a place filled with miserable attempts at repairs. I begin to think that it is better for each generation to have only one chance, and then for them to pass off and give another gen eration a chance. Besides that, if wo were permitted to live lifo over again, it would bo a stale and stupid experi- eucc. The zest and spur and enthusiasm of lifo come from the fact that we have never been along this road before and everything is new and we are alert for what may appear at tho next turn of the road. Suppose you, a man of mid life or old age, were, with your present feelings and largo attainments, put back into the thirties or the twenties or in tho teens, what a nuisance you would be to others and what an unhappiness to yourself! Your contemporaries would not want you, and you would not want them. Things that in your previous journey of life stirred your healthful ambition or gave you pleasurable sur prise or led you into happy interroga tion, would only call forth from you a disgusted “Oh, pshaw!” \ r ou would bo blase at 30 and a misanthrope at 40 and unendurable at GO. The most inane and stupid thing imaginable would be a sec ond journey of lifo. It is amusing to hear people say, “I would like to live my life over again, if I could take my present experience and knowledge of things back with mo and begin under those improved auspices. ” Why, what au uninteresting boy you would be with your present attainments in a child’s mind. No one would want such n boy around the house—a philosopher at 20, a scientist at 15, an archaeologist at 10 and a domestic nuisance all the time. An oak crowded into an acorn. A Rocky mountain eagle thrust back into the eggshell from which it was hatched. Sorrows Twice ISmlured. Besides that, if you took lifo over again you would have to take its deep sadnesses over again. Would you want tu try again the griefs and the heartbreaks and the bereavements through which yon have gone? What a mercy that wo shall never ho called to suffer them again! We may have others Lad enough, but those old ones never again. Would you want to go through tho process of losing your father again, or your mother again, or your companion in life again, or your child again? If you were per mitted to stop at the sixtieth milestone, or the fiftieth milestone, or the fortieth milestone and retrace your steps to the twentieth, your experience would bo something like mine one Novoruht r day in Italy. I walked through a great city with u friend and two guides, and there were in all the city only four persons, and they were these of our own group. We went up and down tho streets, wo entered tho houses, the museums, tho temples, tho theaters. Wo examined the wonderful pictures on the walls and tho most exquisite mosaic on the floor. In tho streets were the deep worn ruts of wagons, but not a wagon in the city. On the front steps of mansions the word “Welcome” in Latin, hut no human be ing to greet us. Tho only bodies of any of tho citizens that wo saw were petri fied and in tho museum at the gates. Of the 35,000 people who once lived in those homes and worshiped in those temples and clapped in those theaters not one loft I For 1,800 years that city of Pompeii had been buried before modern exploration scooped out of it the lava of Vesuvius. Well, he who should bo permitted to return on the pathway of his earthly lifo and live it over again woujd find as lonely and sad a pilgrimage. It would bo an explora tion of tho dead past. The old school- house, tho old church, tho old home, tho old playground, either gone or oc cupied by others, and for you more de pressing than was our Pompeiian visit that November day. Besides that, would you want to risk tho temptations of lifo over again! From tho fact that you aro hero I con clude that though in many respects your lifo may have been unfortunate and un- cousecrated you have got on so far tol erably well, if nothing more than toler able. As for myself, though my life has been fur from being us consecrated to God as I would like to have it, I would not want to try it over again, lest next time I would do worse. Better Go Forward. Why, just look at the temptations we have all passed through and just look at the multitudes who have gone com pletely under 1 Just call over tho roll of your schoolmates and college mates, the clerks who wero with you in the samo store or bunk, or tho operatives in tho samo factory, with jnst as good pros pects as yon, who have come to com plete mishap. Some youug man that told yon that he was going to be a mil lionaire and own tho fastest trotters on the turnpike and retire by the time ho was 85 years of ago. yon do not hear from for many years and know nothing about him until some day ho comes into your store and asks for 5 cents to get a mug of beer. You, the good mother of a household, and all your children rising up to call you blessed, cun remember when you were quite jealous of the belle of tue village, who was so trautceudeutly fair and popular. But while you have these two honorable and queenly names of wife and mother, she became n poet waif of the street and went into tho blackness of darkness forever. Live life over again? Why, if many of those who are respectable were permitted to ex periment, the next journey would b-J demolition. You get through, as Job says, by the f kin of your teeth. Next time you might not get through at all. Satan would say, “1 know him now b. ttcr than I did before and havo for 50 years been studying his weaknesses, and I will weave a stronger web of circum stances to catch him next time.” And satan would concentrate his forces on this one man, and the last state of that man would he worse than the first. My friends, our faces are in the right direc tion. Better go forward than backward, even if wo bad tho choice. The greatest disaster I can think of w ^ild be for you to return to boyhood in 1S J8. Oh, if lifo were a smooth Luzerne or Cayuga lake, I would like to get into a yacht and sail over it, not once, but twice—yea, a thousand times. But life is an uncer tain sea and some of the ships crash on the icebergs of cold indifference, and some take lire of evil passions and some lose their hearings and run into tho Goodwin sands and some are never heard of. Surely on such a treacherous sea as that ono voyage is enough. Delayed Joys. Besides all this, do you know, if you could have your wish and live lifo over again it would put you so much further from reunion with your friends in heav en? If you aro in tho noon of lifo or the evening of life, you are not very far from the golden gate at which you are. to meet your transported and em- paradised loved ones. You aro now, let, ns say, 20 years, or 10 years, or one year off from celestial conjunction. Now, suppose you went back in your earthly life 30 years, or 40 years, or 50 years, whr.» au awful postponement of the time of reunion. It would be us though you wero going to San Francisco to a great banquet, and you got to Oakland, four or five miles this side of it, and then came hack to Baltimore to get a better start, as though you wero going to England to be crowned, and having come in sight of tho mountains of Wales you put back to Sandy Hook in order to make a better voyage. Would you like for many years to adjourn the songs of heaven, to adjourn the thrones of heaven, to adjourn the companion ship of heaven, to adjourn tho rest of heaven, to adjourn the presence of Christ in heaven? No, tho wheel of time turns in tho right direction, and it is well it turns so fast. Three hun dred and sixty-five revolutions in u year and forward rather than 8G5 revo lutions in a year and backward. But hear ye, hear ye, while I tell yon how you may practically live your life over again and be all tho better for it. You may put into tho remaining years of your lifo all you havo learned of wis dom in your past life. You may make tho coming 10 years worth the preceding 40 or 50 years. When a man says lie would like to live his life over again because he would do so much better, and yet goes right on living as he has always lived, do you not see ho stulti fies himself? He proves that if ho could go back ho would do almost tho samo as he has douo. II a man eat green apples some Wednesday in cholera time and is thrown into fearful cramps and says on Thursday, “I wish I had been more prudent in my d»3t; oh, if I could live Wednesday over again,” .and then on Friday eats apples just us green, he proves that it would have been no ad vantage for him to live Wednesday over again. And if we, deploring our past life, and with the idea of improvement, long for an opportunity to try it over again, yet go on making tho same mis takes and committing tho same sins, wo only demonstrate that the repetition of our existence would afford no im provement. It was green apples before, and it would bo green apples over again. Aton« For Fast Indolence. As soon as a ship captain atrikes a rock in tho lake or sea ho reports it, and a buoy is swung over that reef, and mariners henceforth stand off from that rock. And all our mistakes in the past ought to be buoys, warning us to keep in tho right channel. Thero is no ex cuse for us if we split on the samo rock where wo split before. Going along tho sidewalk at night where excavations aro being made we frequently see a lan tern on a framework, and we turn aside, for that lantern says keep out of this hole. And all along tho pathway of life lanterns aro set as warnings, and by the time we *come to midlife we ought to know where it is safe to walk and where it is unsafe. Besides that we have all these years been learning how to be useful, and in the i\oxt decade we ought to accomplish morejor God and the church and the world than in any previous four dec ades. The best way to atone for past indolence or past transgression is by fu ture assiduity. Yet wo often find Chris tian men who were not converted until they were 40 or 50, as old age comes on, saying, “Well, my work is about done, and it is time for mo to rest. ” They gave 40 years of their life to satan and the world, a little fragment of their life to God, and now they want rest. Whether that belongs to comedy or tragedy I say not The man who gave one half of his earthly existence to the world and of the remaining two quarters one to Christian work and the other to rest would not, I suppose, get a very bril liant reception in heaven. If there are auy dried leaves in heaven, they would bo appropriate for his garland, or if there is any throne with broken steps it wonld be appropriate for his corona tion, or any harp with relaxed string it wonld be appropriate for bis 'finger ing. My brother, you give nine-tenths of yonr life to sin and satan, and then get converted, and then rest awhile in ► unotified laziness, and then go np to get jtour heavenly reward, uud I war rant it will not take the cashier of the royal banking house a great wVle to count out to yon all your dues. He will not ask you whether you will have it in billr. cf largo denominntion or small. I would liko to put one sentence of my sermon in italics and have it under scored, and three exclamation points at the end of the sentence, and that sen- j tenco is this: As we cannot live our ' lives over again tho nearest we can come to atone for tho past is by redou- ! bled holiness and industry in tho future. If this rail train of lifo has been do- | tainod and switched off and is far be- j hind the time table, tho engineer for tho rest of tho way must put on more 1 pressure of steam and go a mile a min- i ute in order to arrive at the right time and place, under tho approval of con ductor and directors. Practice! Kindness. As I supposed it would be, thoro are j young people on whom this subject has acted with the force of a galvanic bat tery. Without my saying a word to them, they havo soliloquized, saying: “As one cannot live his life over again, and I can make only one trip, I must look out and make no mistakes. I have but one chance, and I must make the most of it." My young friends, Iain glad yon made this application -of the sermon yourself. When a minister, to ward tho close of his sermon, says, “Now, a few words by way of applica tion,’’people begin to look around for their hats and get their arm through one sleeve of their overcoats, and tho .sermonic application is a failure. I am glad you have made your own applica tion and that you are resolved, liko a Quaker of whom I read j'cars ago, who, in substance, said, “I shall bo along this path of lifo but once, and so I must do all the kindness I can and all tho good I can.” My hearers, tho mistakes of youth can never bo corrected. Time gone is gone forever. ’ Au opportunity passed the thousandth part of a second has by one leap reached tne other side of a great eternity. In the autumn when tho birds migrate you look up and see the sky black with wings and tho flocks stretch ing out into many leagues of air, and so today I look up and see two largo wings in full sweep. They are the wings of the flying year. That is followed by a flock of 355, and they are the living days. Each of tho flying days is follow ed by 24, and they arc tho flying hours, and ' ach of these is followed by 60, and these are the flying minutes. Where did this great flock start from?. Eternity past. Where are they bound? Eternity to come. You might as well go a-gun- niug for the quails that whistled last year in the meadows or the robins that last year caroled in tho sky as to try to fetch down and bag ono of tho past op portunities of your life. Do not say, “I will lounge now and make it up after ward.” Young men and boys, you can’t make it up. My observation is that those who in youth sowed wild oats to the cud of their short lifo sowed wild oats and that thoso who start sowing Genesee wheat always tow Genesee wheat. llaitpiaeHA of Old Af;-. And then tho reaping of tho harvest is so different. There is grandfather now. Ho has lived to old ago because his habits havo been good. His eyesight for this world has got somewhat dim, but his eyesight for heaven is radiant. His hearing is not so acute as it once was, and he must bend C;eur over to hoar what his little grandchild sa3’S when she asks him what he has brought for her. But he easily catches tho music rained from supernal spheres. Mon passing in tho streets take off their hats in reverence, and women say, “What a good old man ho is." Seventy or 80 years, all for God and for making this world happy! Splendid! Glorious! Magnificent I Ho will havo hard work getting into heaven, because those whom ho helped to get thero will fill up and crowd the gates to tell him how glad they are at his coming, until he says, “Please to stand back a little till I pass through nud cast my crown at the feet of him whom, having not seen, 1 love.” I do not know what you call that. I call it tho harvest of Genesee wheat. Out yonder is a man very old at 40 years of ago, at a time when ho ought to bo buoyant as tho morning. He got bad habits on him very early, and those habits have become worse. Ho is a man on fire, on fire with alcoholism, on fire with all evil habits, out with the world and tho world out with him. Down and falling deeper. His swollen hands in his threadbare pockets, and his eyes fixed on the ground, he passes through tho street, and tho quick step of an in noceut child or tho strong step of a youug man or the roll of a prosperous carriage maddens him, and lie curses society and he curses God. Fallen sick, with no resources, ho is carried to tho almshouse. A loathsome spectacle, ho lies all day long waiting for dissolutiou, or in the night rises on his cot and fights apparitions of what ho might havo been and what he will be. Ho started lifo with as good a prospect as any man on the American continent, and there ho is a bloated carcass, waiting for tho shovels of public charity to put him five feet under. Ho has onl^reaped what he sowed. Harvest of wild oats! “There is a way that seemeth right to a man, but the end thereof is death. ’’ Begin a New Life. To others life is a masquerade ball, and as at such entertaiuments gentlemen and ladies put on the garb of kings and queens or mountebanks or clowns and at the close put off tho disguise, so a great' many pass their whole life in a mask, taking off the mask at dec h. While tho masquerade ball of life goes on, they trip merrily over the floor, gemmed hand is stretched to gemmed hand, gleaming brow bends to gleaming brow. On with the dance I Flash and rustle and laughter of immeasurable merrymaking. But after awhile the languor of death comes on the limbs and blurs the eyesight. Lights lower. Floor hollow with sepulchral echo. Music saddened into a wail. Lights lower. Now the maskers are only seen in the dim light. Now tho fragrance of the flowers is like the sickening odor that comes from garlands that have lain loug in the vaults of cemeteries. Lights low er. Mists gather in tho room. Glassed shako as though quaked by sudden thun der. 8igh caught in the curtain. Scarf d-ops from tho shoulder of beauty a shroud. Lights lower. Over the slip pery boards in dance of death glide jeal ousies, envies, revenges, lust, despair and death. Stench of lamp wicks almost extinguished. Tom garlands will not half cover tho ulcerated feet. Choking damps, chilliness. Feet still. Hands closed. Voices hushed. Eyes shut. Lights out. I invite you to quit all that and begin a new lifo. Roland went into battle. Charlemagne’s army had been driven ffuck by |)io three armies of tho Sara cens, and Roland almost in despair took up the trumpet and blew three blasts in ono of the mountain passes, and under the power of thoso three blasts the Sara cens recoiled and fled in terror. But history says that when ho had blown the third blast Roland’s trumpet broke. I tako this trumpet of tho gospel and I blow the first blast, “ Whosoever will. ” I blow the second blast, “Seek yo tho Lord while ho may be found. ’’ I blow tho third blast, “Now is the accepted time.” But tho tnunpetdocs not break. It was handed down by our fathers to us, and wo will hand it down to our children, that after wo are dead they may blow the trumpet, telling the world that wo have a pardoning God, a loving God, a sympathetic God and that more to him than tho throne on which he sits is the joy of seeing a prodigal putting his thumb on tho latch of his father’s house. I remember that there were two vessels on tho sea and in a storm. It was very, very dark, and the two ves sels were going straight for each other, and the captains knew it not. But alter awhile the man on tho lookout saw tho approaching ship, and he shouted, “Hard a-larboard!” And from tho other vessel the cry went up, “Hard a-lar board!” And they turned just enough to glance by and passed in safety to their harbors. Some of you are in the storm of temptation, and you are driving on and coming toward fearful collisions unless you change your course. “Hard a-larboard!” Turn ye, turn ye, for “why will yo die, oh, house of Israel?” God Is Wallins. Young man, ns j-ou cannot live life over again, however you may long to do so, bo sure to have your one life right. There is some yonug man who has gone away from home, perhaps un der some little spite or evil persuasion of another, and his parents know not where ho is. My son, go home. Do not go to sea. Don’t go tonight whore you may be tempted to go. Go home. Your father will bo glad to see you, and your mother—I need not toll 3*ou how she feels. How I would liko to make your parents a present of their wayward hoy, repentant and in his right mind. I would like to write them a letter, and you to carry the letter, saying, “By the blessing of God on my sermon I intro- duco to you one whom you have never seen before, for he has become a new creature in Christ Jesus.” My boy, go home and put your tired head on the bosom that nursed you so tenderly in your childhood years. A young Scotchman was taken cap tive in battle by a Land of Indians, and he learned their language and adopted their habits. Years passed on, but the old Indian chieftain never forgot that he had in hi.s possession a young man who did not belong to him. Well, one day this tribe of Indians came in sight of tho Scotch regiments from whom this young man had been captured, and the old Indian chieftain said: “I lost my son in battle, and I know how a father feels at the loss of a son. Do you think your father is yet alive?” Tho young man said, “I am tho only sou of my fa ther, and I hope ho is still alive.” Then said tho Indian chieftain: “Be cause of tho loss of my son this world is a desert. You go free. Return to your countrymen. Revisit your father, that ho may rejoice when he sees the sun rise in the morning and tho trees blos som in the spring.” So t say to you, youug man, captive of waywardness and sin: Your father is waiting for you. Your mother is waiting for you. Your sisters aro waiting for you. God is waiting for you. Go home! Gohome! The Cruel Knife! It is absolutely useless to expect a Surgical operation to euro cancer, oi any other blood disease. The cruelty of such treatment is illustrated in the alarming number of deaths which re sult from it. The disease is in th« blood, and hence can not be cut. out. Nine times .out of ten the surgeon’* knife only hastens death. My son had ft most iriliKr.ant Cancer, foi which the doctors said uu operation was th« only hope. The op* 1 r- ation was a severe one, as itwa* neces sary to cut down to the jawbone and ■crape It. Before & great while tho Can cer returned, and be- sran to grow rapidly. We gave him many remedies without re- y^. — r lief, and finally, ^ Y J 1 1 upon the advice of a ’iw / friend, decided to try 8. S. 8. (Swift’s Specific), and with* the second bottle he began to Improve. After twenty bottles hai been taken, the Cancer disappeared entirely and he was cured. The cure was a permaueni one. for he Is now seven teen years old. and ha* neve r a sign of the dreadful disease to re turn. J.N.Mcbdoch, 279 Snodgrass St., Dallas, Texas. Absolutely tho only hope for Cancel is Swift's Specific, The as ii is the only remedy which goe? to the very bottom of the blood and forces out every trace of the disease. S. S. S. is guaranteed purely vegetable, and contains no potash, mercury, oi other mineral. Books on Cancer will be mailed free to any address by the Swift Specific Co., Atlanta, Ga. .WiNK-afV/CARDUl MONTHLY SUFFERING. 'T’housands of ■women are troubled at monthly inter- \\_ vals with pains in the head, back, breasts, shoulders,sides hips and limbs. But they need not suffer. These pains ere symptoms of dangerous derangements that can be corrected. The men strual function should operate painlessly. makes menstruation painless, and regular. It puts the deli cate menstrual orgausin condi tion to do their work properl}-. And that stops all this pain. Why will any woman suffer month after month when Wine of Cardui v. ill relieve her? It costs $i.oo at the drug store. Why don’t you get a bottle to-day? For advice, in cases requiring special directions, address, giv ing symptoms, “The Ladies’ Advisory Department,” The Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chattanooga, Tenn. Mrs. ROZtNA LEWIS, of Ccnavfite. Texas, ttys: "i was troubled at monthly Intsrvalt with terrible pains In my heed and back, but have been entirely relieved by Wlno Of Cardui." De Tocqueville’a Vision. Tho Americans will become ono of the greatest people of the world. They will cover all North America. Tho con tinent which they inhabit is their do main. It cannot escape them. So, in tho midst of tha uncertainty of the futuro, there is at least one event which is cer tain. At au epoch which we can call near the Anglo-Americans will spread from tho polar ice to the south seas.— Woman’s Mission. Successful competition in any field defends on physical health. \ ■if ! 'A FAMILIAR questions about woman’s future- aro constantly asked. Shall women vote? Shall they practice law? Shall they compete with men in every field? ’"hatever woman’s mission may finally be de clared to be, it is certain that something- must be done for her physical health. Ignorance, superstition and mystery sur round woman's delicate organism. Heroic efforts to endure pain is part of woman’s creed. Many women's lives arc u constant struggle with lassitude; many are violently ill without apparent cause, and few indeedl are in normal health. This is all wrong and might be different if women would follow Dr. Hartman's ad vice. Perhaps the most practical printed talk to women to be found anywhere is in Dr. Hartman’s book called “ Health and Beauty,” which the Pe-ru-na Medicine Co. t Columbus, O., will mail free to women only. It is certain that Dr. Hartman’s Pe-ru-na has proved a perfect boon for women’s diseases of the pelvic organs. It treats them scientifically and cures them permanently. All druggists sell it. “ I received 3'our book and commenced the use of 3'our medicine at once,” writes Mrs. 11. D. Aiuoss of (ireensboro, Ga., to , Dr. Hartman. “I took five bottles of Pe-ru-na and two of Man-a-lin. 1 feel like u new woman. When 1 commenced taking Pe-ru-na 1 could hardly walk across my room; now I am doing my own work and cun walk to church. 1 shall never cease to thank 3 - ou for pn scrib- ing for me. I had been under the treatment of two doctors but never received sny benefit until 1 commenced taking your medicine. I wish every woman who was suffering as 1 was would send for one of your Ivooks. Mav God bless you sad spare you many 3’enrs to relieve women who are suffering as I was.’’ | Fifty thousand women will be counselled and prescribed for this year free of Charge by Dr. Hartman, president of the Surgical Hotel, Columbus. (). All Women suffering from any disease of the mucous membrane, or anv of tho peculiar Ills of women, may write to him and the letters will receive hi* personal attention.fc Write for special question blank for women.