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THE WONDROUS EAR.
GOO’S WISDOM DISPLAYED IN ITS
CONSTRUCTION.
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l*g U Go**’* Greatest Gift—The Gateway
to the Soul Symphony of the Millen*
nlal June.
copyright, 1898. Press Amo-
April 17.—1 n this dis
eoune Ur - Talmage sets forth the goodness
and wisdom of God in the construction of
butnun ear and extols music and en
prayer; text, Psalms xclv, 9, “He
tfi at planted the ear, shall he not hear?”
Architecture is one of the most fascinat
ing arts, and the study of Egyptian, Gre
cian, Etruscan, Roman, Byzantine, Moor
ish, Renaissance styles of building has
been to many a man a sublime life work.
Lincoln and York cathedrals, St. Paul’s
and St. Peter’s and arch of Titus and
Theban temple and Alhambra and Par
thenon are the monuments to the genius
of those who built them. But more won
derful than any arch they ever lifted or
any transept window they ever illumined
or any Corinthian column they ever crown
ed or any Gothic cloister they ever elab
orated is the human ear.
Among the most skillful and assiduous
physiologists of our time have Iran those
who have given their time to the examina
tion of the ear and the study of its arches,
its walls, its floor, its canals, it aqueducts,
its galleries, its intricacies, its convolu
tions, its divine machinery, and yet it
will take another thousand years before
the world comes to any adequate apprecia
tion of what God did when he planned and
executed the infinite and overmastering
architecture of the human oar. The most
of it is invisible, and the microscope breaks
down in the attempt at exploration. The
cartilage which we call the ear is only the
storm door of the great temple clear down
out of sight, next door to the immortal
soul.
Such scientists as Helmholtz and Conte
and De BlainvillO and Bank and Buck
have attempted to walk the Appian way
of the human ear, but the mysterious path
way has never been fully trodden but by
two feet—the foot of sound and the foot
of God. Three ears on each side the head
—the external oar, the middle ear, the in
ternal ear—but all connected by most won
derful telegraphy.
A Boek of Strength.
The external ear in all ages adorned by
precious stones or precious metals. The
temple of Jerusalem partly built by the
contribution of earrings, and Homer in the
“Iliad’’ speaks of Hera, “the three bright
drops, her glittering gems suspended from
the ear,’* and many of the adornments of
modern times were only copies of her ear
jewels found in Pompeiian museum and
Etruscan vase. But while the outer ear
may be adorned by human art, the middle
and the internal ear are adorned and gar
nished only by the hand of the Lord Al
mighty. The stroke of a key of yonder
organ sets the air vibrating, and the ex
ternal ear' catches the undulating sound
and passes it on through the bonelets of
the middle ear to the Internal ear, and the
3,000 fibers of the human brain take up
the vibration and roll the sound on into
the soul. The hidden machinery of the
ear by physiologists called by the names
of things familiar to us. like the hammer,
something to strike; like the anvil, some
thing to be smitten; like the stirrup of
the saddle with which we mount the
steed; like the drum, beaten in the march;
like the harpstrings, to be swept with mu
sic. Coiled like a “snail shell,'* by which
one of the Innermost passages of the ear
is actually called; like a stairway, the
sound to ascend; like a bent tube of a
heating apparatus, taking that which en
ters round and round; like a labyrinth
with wonderful passages into which the
thought enters only to be lost in bewilder
ment. A muscle contracting when the
noise is too loud, just as the pupil of the
eye contracts when the light is too glar
ing. The external ear is defended by wax
which with its bitterness discourages In
sectile Invasion. The internal ear imbed
ded in by what is far the hardest bone of
the human system, a very rook of strength
and defiance.
The ear so strange a contrivance that by
the estimate of one scientist it can catch
the sound of 78,700 vibrations in a second.
The outer ear taking in all kinds of sound,
whether the crash of an avalanche or the
hum of a bee. The sound passing to the
inner door of the outside ear halts until
another mechanism, divine mechanism,
passes it on by the bonelets of the middle *
ear, and, coming to the inner door of that
second ear, the sound has no power to
come farther until another divine mechan
ism passes it on through into the inner
ear, and then the sound comes to the rail
track of the brain branchlet and rolls on
and on until it comes to sensation, and
there the curtain drops, and a hundred
gates shut, and the voice of God seems to
say to all human Inspection, “Thus far
and no farther.**
Vestibule of the Soul.
In this vestibule of the palace of the
soul how many kings of thought, of med
icine, of physiology, have done penance of
lifelong study and got.no farther than the
vestibule! Mysterious home of reverbera
tion and echo. Grand Central depot of
sound. Headquarters to which there come
quick dispatches, part the way by carti
lages, part the way by air, part the way
by bone, part the way by nerve—the slow
est dispatch plunging into the car at the
speed of 1,090 feet a second. Small in
strument of music on which is played all
the music you ever heard, from the gran
deurs of an August thunderstorm to the
softest breathings of a flute. Small in
strument of music, only a quarter of an
inch of surface and the thinness of one
two hundred and fiftieth part of an inch
and that thinness divided into three lay
ers. In that ear musical staff, lines,
spaces, bar and rest. A bridge leading
from the outside natural world to the In
side spiritual world; we seeing the abut
ment at this end the bridge, but the fog
of an unlisted mystery hiding the abut
ment on the other end the bridge. Whis
pering gallery of the soul. The human
voice is God’s eulogy the ear. That voice
capable of producing 17,599,188,044,4 M
sounds, and all that variety made, not for
the regalement of beast or bird, but for
the human ear.
About 15 yean ago, in Venice, lay down
in death one whom many considered the
greatest musical oomposer of the century.
Struggling on up from 6 yean of age, when
he was left fatherless, Wagner rose through
the obloquy of the world, and ofttimes all
nations seemingly against him, until he
gained the favor of a king and won the
enthusiasm of the opera houses of Europe
and America. Struggling all the way on
to 70 years of age to conquer the world’s
ear. In that same attempt to master the
human ear and gain supremacy over this
gate cf the gfcmortal soul, great battles
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wore fought by Mozart, Gluck and Weber,
■ and by Beethoven and Meyerbeer, by Ros
sini and by all the roll of German and
I Italian and French composers, some at
them in the battle leaving their blood on
the keynotes and the musical scores.
Great battle fought for the ear—fought
with baton, with organ pipe, with trum
pet, with cornet-a-p!ston, with all ivory
and brazen and sliver and golden weapons
of the orchestra; royal theater and cathe
dral and academy of music the fortresses
for the contest for the ear. England and
Egypt fought for the supremacy of the
Suez canal, and the Spartans and the Per
sians fought for the defile at Thermopylae
but the musicians of all ages have fought
for the mastery of the auditory canal and
the defile of the Immortal soul and the
Thermopylae of struggling cadences.
Rapture* of Music.
For the conquest of the ear Haydn strug
gled on up from the garret where he had
neither fire nor food, on and on until un
der the too great nervous strain of hearing
his own oratorio of the “Creation” per
formed he was carried out to die, but
leaving as his legacy to the world 118
symphonies, 168 pieces for the baritone,
15 masses, 5 oratorios, 49 German and
Italian songs, 39 canons. 865 English and
Scotch songs with accompaniment and
1,586 pages bf ,libretti: AH that to cap
ture the gate of the body that swings in
from the tympanum to the “snail shell”
lying on the beach of the ocean of the Im
mortal - -i • -
To conquer the ear Handel struggled on
from the time when his father would not
let him go to school lest he learn the gamut
and become a musician, and from the
time when he was allowed in the organ
loft just to play after the audience bad left
to the time when he left to all nations his
unparalleled oratorios of "Esther,” “Deb
orah,” “Samson,” “Jephthah,” “Judas
Maocabffius,** “Israel In Egypt” and the
“Messiah,’’ the tool of the great Gentian
composer still weeping in the dead march
of our great obsequies and triumphing in
the raptures of every Raster mom.
To conquer the ear and take this gate of
the Immortal soul Schubert composed his
great “Serenade,” writing the staves of
the music on' the bill of fare 1 in A restau
rant, and went on until be could leave as
a legacy to the world over a thousand mag
nificent compositions to music. To con
quer the eaf abd take this gate of the
soul’s castle Mozart struggled on through
poverty until he came to a pauper’s grave,
and one chilly, wet afternoon the body of
him who gave to thew>>rldthe “Requiem”
and the “G Minor Symphony” was
crunched in on the top of two other pau
pers into a grave which to this day is
epitaphlees.
God’s Handiwork.
For the ear everything mellifluous, from
the birth hour when our earth was wrap
ped in swaddling clothes of light and sere
naded by other worlds, from the time
when Jubal thrummed the first harp
and pressed a key of the first organ
down to the music of this Sabbath day.
' Yea, for the ear the coming overtures of
heaven, for whatever other part of the
body may be left in the dust, the ear, we
know, is to come to celestial life; other
wise, why the "harpers harping with their
harps?” For the ear carol of lark and
whistle of quail and chirp of cricket and
dash of cascade and roar of tides oceanic
and doxology of worshipful assembly and
minstrelsy, cherubic, seraphic and aroh
angelic. For the ear all Pandean pipes,
all flutes, all clarinets, all hautboys, all
bassoons, all bells and all organs-—Luzerne
and Westminster abbey and Freiburg and
Berlin and all the organ pipes set across
Christendom, the great Giant’s Causeway
for the monarchs of music to pass over.*
For the ear all chimes, all tickings of
chronometers, all anthems, all dirges, all
glees, all choruses, all lullabies, all orches
tration. Oh, the ear, the God honored
ear, grooved with divine sculpture and
poised with divine gracefulness and up
holstered with curtains of divine embroid
ery and oorridored by divine carpentry and
pillared with divine architecture and chis
eled in bone of divine masonry and con
quered by processions of divine marshal
ing. The earl A perpetual point of in
terrogation, asking Howl A perpetual
point of apostrophe appealing to God.
None but God oould plan it. None but
God oould build it. None but God oould
work it. None but God could keep it.
None but God could Understand it. None
but Gcd oould explain it. Ob, the won
ders of lhe/human ear!
By Galilee’* Waves.
How surpassingly sacred the human car I
You had better be careful bow you let the
sound of blasphemy or uncleanness step
, into that holy of holies. The Bible say.
that in the ancient temple the priest was
set apart by the putting of the blood of a
ram on the tip of the ear, the right ear of
the priest. But, my friends, we need all
of us to have the sacred touch of ordina
tion on the hanging lobe of both ears, and
on the arches of the ears, on the eustachi
an tube of the ear, on the mastoid cells of
the ear, on the tympanic cavity of the ear,
and on everything from the outside rim of
the outside ear clear in to the point where
sound steps off the auditory nerve and
rolls on down into the unfathomable
depths of the immortal soul. The Bible
speaks of "dull ears,” and of "uncircum
cised ears,” and of “itching ears,” and of
“rebellious ears,” and of "open ears,’*
and of those who have all the organs of
hearing and yet who seem to be deaf, for
it cries to them, “He that hath ears to
hear, let him bear.**
To show how much Christ thought of
the human ear, he one day met a man
who was deaf, came up to him and put a
finger of the right hand into the orifice of
the left ear of the patient and put a finger
of—the left hand into the orifice of the
right ear of the patient, and agitated the
tympanum, and startled the bonelets, and
with a voice that rang clear through into
the man’s soul cried, "Ephthatha!” and
the polyphold growths gave way, and the
inflamed auricle cooled off, and that man
who bad not heard a sound for many
years that night heard the wash of the.
waves of Galilee against the limestone
shelving. To show how much Christ
thought of tho human ear, when the apoa
tle Peter got mad and with one slash of
bls sword dropped the ear of Malohus into
the dust Christ created a new external
ear for Malohus corresponding with the
middle ear and the internal ear that no
sword could clip away.
And to show what God thinks of the
ear we are informed of the fact that in the
millennial June which shall roseate all
the earth the ears of the deaf will be un
stopped, all the vascular growths gone, all
deformation of the listeritag-organ cured,
corrected, changed. Every being on earth
will have a bearing apparatus as perfect
ns God knows how to make it, and all the
ears will be rasdy for that great symphony
to which all the musical instruments of
the earth shall play the accompaniment,
nations of earth and empires of heaven
mingling their voices, together with the
deep Loss of the seA and the alto of the
woods, and the tenor of winds, and the
baritone of the thunder, " Halleluiah I”
•urging up meeting the “Halleluiah!” de
scending.
Where to Look Wot Qed.
Oh, yes, my friends, wo have been look
ing for God too far away instead of look- I
ing for him close by and in our own or
ganism! We go up into the observatory
and look through tho telescope and see
Gbd in J upiter and God in Saturn and
God in Mars, but we 'oould see mere of
him through the microscope of an aurist.
No kirtg is satisfied with only one resi
dence, and in France it has Men St Cloud
abd Versailles and the Tuileries, and in
Great Britain it has been Windsor and
Balmoral and Osborne. A ruler does not
always prefer the larger. The King of
earth and heaven'may have larger castles
abd greater palaces, but I do not think
there is any one more curiously wrought
than the human ear. The heaven of heav
ens cannot contain him, and yet he says
he finds room to dwell in a contrite heart,
and, I think, in a Christian ear.
We have been looking for God in the in
finite-let ns look for him in the infinitesi
mal. God walking the corridor of the
ear, God sitting in the gallery of the hu
man ear, God speaking along the auditory
nerve of tho ear, God dwelling in the ear
to hear that which comes from the outside,
and so near the brain and the soul he can
hear all that transpires there. The Lord
of hosts encamping under the curtains of
membrane. Palace of the Almighty in
the human ear. The rider on the white
horse of the Apocalypse thrusting his foot
into the loop of bone which the physiolo
gist has been pleased to call the stirrup of
Are yo&jeady now for the question of
my text? Have you the enduraneffto bear
its overwhelming suggestiveness? Will
you take bold of some pillar and balance
yourself under the aemiomnipotent stroke?
“He that planted the ear, shall ho not.
hear?” Shall the God who gives us the
apparatus With which we bear the sounds
of the world himself not be able to catch
up song and groan and blasphemy and
worship? Does be give us a faculty which
he has not himself? Dre. Wild and Gruber
and Toynbee invented the aooumeter and
other instruments by which to measure
and examine the ear, and do these instru
ments know more than the doctors who
made them? “He that planted the ear,
shall he not hear?” Jupiter of Crede was
always represented in statuary and paint
ing as without ears, suggesting the idea
that he did not want to be bothered with
the affairs of the world. But our God has
ears. “His ears are open to their cry. ”
The Bible intimates that two workmen
on Saturday night do not get their wages.
Their complaint instantly strikes the ear
of God, “The cry of those that reaped bath
entered the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth. ”
Did God hear that poor girl last night as
she threw herself on the prison bunk in
the city dungeon and cried in the mid
night, “God have mercy?” Do you really
think God could hear her? Yes, just as
easily as when 15 years ago she was sick
with scarlet fever, and her mother beard
her when at midnight she asked for a
drink of water. "He that planted the
ear, shall he not bear?”
God’* Wonderful Power.
When a soul prays, God does not sit bolt
upright until the prayer travels immensity
and climbs to his ear. The Bible says be
bends clear over. In more than one plaee
Isaiah said he bowed down bis ear. In
more than one place the psalmist said he
inclined his ear, by which I coma to be
lieve that God puts his ear so closely down
to your lips that he can hear your faintest
whisper. It is not God away off up yon
der; it is God away down here, close up,
so close up that when you pray to him it
is not more a whisper than a kiss. Ah,
yes, he hears the captive’s sigh and the
plash of the orphan's tear, and the dying
syllables of the shipwrecked sailor driven
on the skerries, and the infant's “Now I
lay me down to sleep” as distinctly as he
bears the fortissimo of brazen bands in
the Dusseldorf festival, as easily as he
hears the salvo of artillery when the 18
squares of English troops open all their
batteries at once at Waterloo. He that
planted the ear can hear.
Just as sometimes an entrancing strain
of music will linger in your ears for days
after you have beard it, and just as a sharp
cry of pain I once heard while passing
through Bellevue hospital clung to my ear
for weeks, and just a»a horrid blasphemy
in the street sometimes haunts one’s ears,
for days, so God not only hears, but holds
the songs, the prayers, the groans, the
worship, the blasphemy. How we have
all wondered at the phonograph, which
holds not only the words you utter, but
the very tones of your voice, so that 100
years from now, that instrument turned,
the very words you now utter and the very
tone of your voice will be reproduced.
Amazing phonograph! But more won
derful is God’s power to hold, to retain.
Ah, what delightful encouragement for
our prayers! What an awful fright for
our hard speeches! What assurance of
wawn hearted sympathy for all our griefs I
“Ho that planted the ear, shall he.not
hearW?.;-tulj-i vOca l»:
Better take that organ away from all
sin. Better put it under the best sound.
Better take it away freon all gossip, from
all slander, from all jaMnendo, from all
bad influence of evil association. Better
put it to school; to church, to philhar
monic. Better put that ear under the
blessed touch of Christian hymnology.
Bettor oontecrate it for time and eternity
to him who planted the ear. Rousseau,
the infidel, fell asleep amid his skeptical
manuscripts lying all around the room,
and in his dream he entered heaven and
heard the song of the worshipers, and it
was so sweet he asked an angel what it
meant. The angel said, “This is the par
adise of God, and the song you hear is the
anthem of the redeemed.” Under another
roll of the celestial musio Rousseau wak
ened and got up in the midnight and, as
well as be could, wrote down the strains
of the music that he had beard in the
wonderful tune called “The Songs of the
Redeemed.” God grant that it may not
be to you and to me an infidel dream, but
a glorious reality. When we come to the
night of death and we lie down to our last
sleep, may our ears really be wakened by
the canticles of the heavenly temple, and
the songs and the anthems and the carols
and the doxologieq that shall climb the
musical ladder of that heavenly gamut.
Bis Manhood.
"Mac, I hear ye have fallen in love wl*
bonny Katie Stevens."
“Weel, Sandy, I was near—vena near—
daeln it, but tbo lassie had nae siller, so I
said tomysel*. 'Mac, be a mon.* And I
was a mon, and noo I pass her by wi’ si
lent contempt.”—London Tit-Bite.
Danger Signals.
“What are you going to do with all
those red lanterns?”
“Wall, my wife baa had one of her fits
of moving the furniture about again, and
I’ve got to do something to eave my life.”
—Strand Magazine.
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THE HIGH SCHOOL FACE.
A* Indianapolis Doctor Discovm a Wow
PhyafcAgnomlcal AffilMltf-
Copious comment has been made on
various typos of faces, and particularly on
tbo bicycle face. This article is about tho
high school face.
The high school face is the discovery of
a prominent physician of the city who is
too modest to permit his name to be used.
That there is such a face he is very posi
tive. "It is not a work of the imagina
tion,” he said yesterday, “nor is it a
chimera. The high school face is a stern
reality.”
“What are its symptoms or characteris
tics, doctor?” he was asked.
“The high school faoa,” replied tho doc
tor, "is to be found in every schoolroom.
What is it? It to a drawn, anxious, in
tense, sometimes an alarmed expression.
The forehead to contracted into wrinkles,
the lips twitch, the eyas stare or have a
strained look, and a pallor to spread over
the countenance. ”
The doctor enlarged on this Interesting
diagnosis and mentioned a few cases that
had come under his own observation.
Proceeding, he said:
“The cause of the high school face to the
modern effort, so fiercely put forth, to jam
all minds and all temperaments into tho
same pigeonholes in the same time—that
is to say, modern teaching seems to have
for its first principle the molding of all
minds in the same mold. We might just
as well try to make all the children .wear
the same sized shoes. In addition to this
each teacher of the different branches
thinks his or her branch the most impor
tant, and crowds and pushes and wdrries
those pupils who, although not dull, do
not take readily to that particular branch.
"The pupil who, through natural apti
tude, carries mathematics or physios v<ith
interest and ease, may bo slow in litera
ture and language; but no matter—the
culprit must make grades. ‘We must hurry
on and get over the prescribed course,’
says the teacher, and this must be' done
though a small percentage of the pupils
fall by tho wayside.
“No profession calls for more patience
or forbearance than that of teaching,”
continued the doctor. “I might liken
teaching to horse driving. Some men can
drive a team of spirited horses so that they
will go along willingly and easily for
great distances. Other men will wear the
team out in short order. It’s the nag
ging, the pulling and the harassing that
do it. So with some pupils of highly
nervous temperament—they must be
handled properly or the high school face is
inevitable. On the other hand, there are
some pupils who, like some hones, cannot
be made nervous by the most unskillful
handling. Sanitariums are making con
siderable ado about unsanitary Mghtlng,
beating and ventilating, but is it not pos
sible that just as much harm comesTrom
‘hurry up* teaching as from these other
causes? To sum up, the high school face
to the result of insincere teachers—teach
ers who lack gentleness, patience and
gentility. ’’—lndianapolis Journal
Washington Compared to Hannibal.
With a beaten and defeated army operat
ing against .overwhelming odds he bad in
■ fileted upon the enemy two severe defeats.
No greater feat can be performed in war
than this. That which puts Hannibal at
-the head of all great commanders was that
he won his astonishing victories under the
immHa wtTvstml conditioiMi. Thewtwatone
1 great military genius in Europe when
Washington was fighting this short cam
paign in New Jersey—Frederick of Prus
sia. Looking over the accounts of the
Tkenton and Princeton battles,he is report
ed to have said it was the greatest cam
paign of the century. The small numbers
engaged did not blind the victor of Hoes
bach and Leuthen. He did not mean that
tho campaign was great from the number
of men Involved or the territory conquer
ed, but great in its conception and as an
illustration of the highest skill in the art
of war under the most adverse conditions.
—“The Story of the Revolution,” by
Senator H. C. Lodge, in Scribner’s
Life of a Fire Engins.
The life of a fire engine in this city in
its first use is ten years. It is then rebuilt
and is good, either in regular service or as
a reserve engine, for ten years more. Aft
er 90 years of service the old engine is sold
at auction.
It may be bought by another city or
town for use as a fire engine, but this hap
pens very rarely. The engines are heavy,
and they must be drawn by horses, so
they are not adapted for use in smaller
cities. The old engine is oftdner bought
by a contractor, for use, for instance, in
pumping out cellars. In such service a
steam pressure of 50 pounds might be
ample for the work, while in fire service a
pressure of 150 pounds might be required.
In such work as this the old engine might
last three or four years more.
Sometimes the discarded fire department
engine to bought by a junk dealer, who
breaks it up for the metals it contains,
and this to what they all come to at last.
—New York Sun.
A Story From the Vatican.
Prince Massimo, who represents the old
est princely family in Rome, tracing his
descent from the Caesars, was on his wty
in his state carriage to pay bis respects
and offer his congratulations to the pope
on the occasion of one of several papal an
niversaries which have taken place this
year when the officer in charge of the
guard at the castle of San Angelo, seeing
the gilded chariot lumbering across the
bridge, thought it was the king, and, call
ing out his men, the guard presented arms
as Prince Massimo, who is one of the
pope’s stanchest supporters, drove past.
This piquant mistake had already reached
the pope’s ears when the prince entered
the audience chamber, and Leo XIII was
much amused and joked the prince on his
being mistaken for the king. “But I,
too, have the blood of the house of Savoy
in my veins,” said Prince Massimo.
"And very good blood, too,” answered the
pope.— London Morning Post.
Another Husband In Trouble.
The wife of an employee of the Phila
delphia postoffice recently got a set of four
"store teeth,*' which she usually placed on
the bureau in the bedroom before retiring
for tbo night. Ono morning she arose
early and went to prepare breakfast.
When her husband arose, he saw the teeth
on the bureau. To accommodate his wife
he put them in his trousers pocket, in
tending to give them to her when he went
downstairs. Instead he forgot all about
them and carried them off. About three
hours later his wife rushed into the post
office and between sobs exclaimed: “I’ve
swallowed my teeth. What shall I do? I
know I’ll die,” and soon. The man fish
ed the missing teeth from his pocket, when
his wife’s tears turned to indignation, and
the setting out she gave her poorer half
will long be remembered by the office
clerk*.—Chicago Inter Ocean.
AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS.
WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE
EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA,” AND
“PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our TRADE mark.
I, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Massachweto,
MW the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA.” Mb same
that has borne and does now .s/Wj eoer y
bear the facsimile signature of wrapper.
This is the original " PITCHERS CASTORIA,” which has been
used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty
years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is
the kind you have always bought //T*.
and has the signature of wrap-
per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex
cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is
President. a *
March 8,1897.
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting
a substitute which some druggist may offer yo**
(because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in
gredients of which even he does not know.
“The Kind You Have Always Bought”
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF
! Insist on Having
The Kind That Never Failed You. .
s THE CKHTANR COMPANY, TV MUAAAV WTRCKT, NSW VWMI 41 TV
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