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LIFE’S BITTEBNESS.
dr. TALMAGE CONTRASTS SELFISH-
Nf'.S AND KINDNESS.
to Make Thia
WHO scatter Wormwood Are Llk-
Cl ,.<f to Attila the
rropyrlght. 1899. »’* American I'ress Asso-
1 1 J elation.]
Washington, March 12.—The contrast
between a life o{ selfishness and a life of
kindness is set forth by Dr. Talmage
while discoursing upon the baleful char
acter of a conqueror of olden time;I*text. 1 *text.
Revelation viii, 10, 11, “There fell a
great star from heaven, burning as it
were a lamp, and it fell upon the third
part of the rivers and upon the fountains
□f waters, and the name of the star is
called Wormwood.”
Patrick and Lowth, Thomas Scott, Mat
thew Henry, Albert Barnes and some oth
er commentators say that the star Worm
wood of my text was a type of Attila, king
of the Huns. Ho was so called because he
was brilliant as a star, and, like worm
wood, he imbittered everything lie touch
ed. We have studied the Star of Bethlehem
andrthe Morning Star of Revelation and
the Star of Peace, but ni y subject calls us
to gaze at the star Wormwood, and my
theme might be called “ Brilljant Bitter
ness. "
A more extraordinary character history
does not furnish than this man Attila, the
king of the Huns. The story goes that
one day a wounded heifer came limping
along through the fields, and a herdsman
followed its bloody track on the grass to
see where the heifer was wounded, and
went on back farther and farther until ho
camo to a sword fast in the earth, the
point downward, as though it had dropped
from the heavens, and against the edges
of this sword the heifer had been cut. The
herdsman pulled up that sword and pre
sented it to Attila. Attila said that sword
must have dropped from the heavens from
the grasp of the god Mars, and its being
given to him meant that Attila should
conquer and govern the whole earth. Oth
er mighty men have been delighted at be
ing called liberators, or the Merciful, or
the Good, but Attila called himself and
demanded that others call him “the
Scourge of God. ”
At the head of 700,000 troops, mounted
on Cappadocian horses, he swept every
thing, from the Adriatic to the Black sea.
He put his iron heel on Macedonia and
Greece and Thrace. He made Milan and
Pavia and Padua and Verona beg for
mercy, which ho bestowed not. The By
zantine castles, to meet his ruinous levy,
put up at auction massive silver tables
and vases of solid gold. When a city was
captured by him, the Inhabitants were
brought out and put into three classes.
The first class, those who could bear arms,
must immediately enlist under Attila or
bo butchered; the second class, the beauti
ful women, were made captives to the
Huns; the third class, the aged men and
women, were robbed of everything and let
go back to the city to pay a heavy tax.
Sjourjre of Hell.
It was a common saying that the grass
never grew whero the hoof of Attila’s
horse had trod. His armies reddened the
waters of the Seine and the Moselle and
the Rhine with carnage and fought on tho
Catalonian plains the fiercest battle since
the world stood —300,000 dead left on the
field. On and on until all those who could
not oppose him with arms lay prostrate
on their faces in prayer, then a cloud of
dust was seen in the distance, andr. bishop
cried, “It is the aid of God,” and all the
people took up the cry, “It is the aid of
God.” As the cloud of dust was blown
aside the banners of re-enforcing armies
marched in to help against Attila, “the
Scourge of God. ” The most unimportant
occurrences ho used as a supernatural re
source. After three months of failure to
capture the city of Aquileia, when his
army had given up the siege, the flight
of a stork and her young from the tower
of the city was taken by him as a sign
that he was to capture the city, and his
army, inspired with tho same occurrence,
resumed the siege and took the walls at a
point from which the stork had emerged.
So brilliant was the conqueror In attire
that his enemies could not- look nt him,
but shaded their eyes or turned their
heads.
Slain on the evening of his marriage by
his bride, Ildico, who was hired for tho
assassination, his followers bewailed him
not with tears, but with blood, cutting
themselves with knives and lances. He
was put into three coffins, tho first of iron,
the second of silver and the third of gold.
He was buried by night, and into his
grave were poured the most valuable coins
and precious stones, amounting to the
wealth of a kingdom. The gravediggers
and all those who assisted at the burial
were massacred, so that it would never be
known where so much wealth was en
tombed.
Tho Roman empire conquered tho world,
but Attila conquered the Roman empire.
He was right In calling himself a scourge,
but instead of being “the Scourge of God”
he was the scourge of hell.
Because of his brilliancy and bitterness
the commentators might well have sup
posed him to be the star Wormwood of tho
text As the regions he devastated were
parts most opulent with fountains and
streams and rivers, you seo how graphic
my text is: “There fell a great star from
heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and
it fell upon the third part of the rivers and
upon the fountains of waters, and the
name of the star is called Wormwood."
Acrid Distillations.
Have you ever thought how many im
bittered lives there are all about us, mis
anthropic, morbid, acrid, saturnine? The
European plant from which wormwood is
extracted, Artemisia absinthium, is a
perennial plant, and all the year round it
is ready to exude its oil, and in many hu
man lives there is a perennial distillation
of acrid experiences. Yea, there are some
whoso whole work is to shed a baleful in
fluence on others. There are Attilas of
the home, Attilas of the social circle, At
tilas of the church, Attilas of the state,
and one-third of the waters of all the
world, if not two-thirds the waters, are
poisoned by the falling of the star Worm
wood. It is not complimentary to human
nature that iv.ost men, as soon as they get
great power, become overbearing. The
more power men have tho better, if their
power be used for good. Tho leas power
men have the better, if theyjuse it for evil.
Birds circle round and round and round
before they swoop upon that which they
are aiming for. And if my discourse so
fur has been swinging round and round
tuis moment it drops straight on your
lieart and asks the question, Is your life a
benediction to others or an imbitterment,
a blissing or a curse, a balsam or a worm
wood? Some of you, I know, are morn
ing stars, and you are making the dawn
ing life of your children bright with gia-
cious influences, and you are beaming up
on all the opining enterprises of philan
thropic and Christian endeavor, and you
are heralds of that day of gospelization
which will yet flood all the mountains and
valleys of our sin accused earth. Hail,
morning start Keep on shining with en
couragement and Christian hope!
Some of you are evening stars, and you
are cheering the last days of old people,
and, though a cloud sometimes comes over
you through the querulousness or unrea
sonableness of your aged father and moth
er, it is only fora moment, and the star
soon conies out clear again and is seen
from all the balconies of the neighborhood.
The old people will forgive your occasional
shortcomings, for they tliemsclves several
times lost their patience with you when
you were young, and perhaps whipped you
when you did not deserve it. Hail, even
ing star! Hang on the darkening sky
your diamond coronet.
Baleful Influence.
But are any of you the star Wormwood?
Do you fecold and growl from the thrones
paternal or maternal? Are your children
everlastingly pecked at? Are you always
crying “Hush!” to the merry voices and
swift feet and to tho laughter which oc
casionally trickles through at wrong
times, and is suppressed by them until
they can hold it no longer, and all tho
barriers burst into unlimited guffaw and
cachinpalion, as in this weather the water
has trickled through a slight opening in
the milldam, but after Ward makes wider
and wider breach until it carries all before
it with irresistible freshet? Do not lx> too
much offended at the noise your children
now make. It will be still enough when
one of them is dead. Then you would
give your right hand to hear one shout
from the silent voice or one step from the
still foot. You will not any of you have
to wait, very long before your house is
stiller than you want it. Alas, that there
are so many homes not known to the So
ciety For the Prevention of Cruelty to
Children, where children are whacked and
cuffed and ear pulled, and senselessly
called to order, and answered sharply, and
suppressed, until 4t is a wonder that un
der such processes they do not all turn out
Nana Sahibs!
What is your influence upon the neigh
borhood, the town or the city of your resi
dence? I will suppose that you are a star
of wit? What kind of rays do you shoot
forth? Do you use that splendid faculty
to irradiate the world or to rankle it? I
bless all the apostolic college of humorists.
The man that makes me laugh is my bene
factor Ido not thank anybody to make
me cry. I can do that without any assist
ance. Wo all cry enough and have enough
to cry about. God bless all skillful pun
sters, all repartecists, all propounders of
ingenious conundrums, all those who
mirthfully surprise us with unusual juxta
position of words. Thomas Hood and
Charles Dickens and Sydney Smith had a
divine mission, and so have their success
ors in these times. They stir into the
acid beverage of life the saccharine. They
make the cup of earthly existence, which
is sometimes stale, effervesce and bubble.
They placate animosities. They foster
longevity. They slay follies and absurdi
ties which all tho sermons of all the pul
pits cannot reach. But what use are you
making of your wit? Is it besmirched
with profanity and uncleanness? Do you
employ it in amusement at physical de
fects for which the victims are not respon
sible? Are your powers of mimicry used
to put religion in contempt? Is it a bunch
of nettlesome invective? Is it a bolt of
unjust scorn? Is it fun at others’ misfor
tune? Is it glee at their disappointment
and defeat? Is it bitterness put drop by
drop into a cup? Is it like tho squeezing
of Artemisia absinthium into a draft al
ready distastefully pungent? Then you
are the star Wormwood. Yours is tho fun
of a rattlesnake trying how well it. can
sting. It is tho fun of a hawk trying how
quick it can strike out the eye of a dove.
Way, of Doing Good.
But I will change this and suppose you
are a star of worldly prosperity. Then
you have large opportunity. You can en
courage that artist by buying his picture.
You can improve the fields, the stables,
the highway, by introducing higher stylo
of fowl and horse and cow and sheep.
You can bless the world with pomological
achievement in the orchard. You can ad
vance arboriculture and arrest the death
ful destruction of the American forests.
You can put a piece of sculpture into tho
niche of that public academy, you can en
dow a college, you can stocking 1,000 bare
feet from the winter frost, you can build
a church, you can put a missionary of
Christ on that foreign shore, you can help
to ransom a world. A rich man with his
heart right—can you tall mo how much
good a James Lenox or a George Peabody
or a Peter Cooper or a William E. Dodge
did while living oi‘ is doing now that he
is dead? There is not a city, town or
neighborhood that has not glorious speci
mens of conscripted wealth.
But suppose you grind tho face of “the
poor. Suppose, when a man’s wages are
due, you make him wait for them because
he cannot help himself. Suppose that, be
cause his family is sick and he has had ex
tra expenses, he should politely ask you to
raise his wages for this year, and you
roughly tell him if he wants a better place
to go and get it.. Suppose, by your man
ner, you act as though he were nothing
and you were everything. Suppose you
are selfish and overbearing and arrogant.
Your first name ought to be Attila and
your last name Attila because you are the
star Wormwood, and you have imbittered
one-third if not three thirds of the waters
that roll past your employees and opera
tives and ilepcndents and associates, and
the long line of carriages which the un
dertaker orders for your funeral, in order
to make the occasion respectable, will be
filled with twice as many dry, tearless eyes
as there are persons occupying them. You
will be in this world but a few minutes.
As compared with eternity, the stay of tho
longest life on earth is not more than a
minute. What are we doing with that
minute? Are we imblttering tho domes
tic or social or political fountains, or are
we like Moses, who when tho Israelites in
the wilderness complained that the waters
of Lake Marah were bitter and they could
not drink them their leader cut off tho
branch of a certain tree and threw that
branch into the water, and it became sweet
and slaked the thirst of the suffering host?
Are we with a branch of tho tree of life
sweetening all the brackish fountains that
we can touch?
The Only Sweetening Power.
Dear Lord, send us all out on this mis
sion. All around us imbittered lives—
imbittered by persecution, imbittered by
hypercriticism, imbittered by poverty,
imbittered by pain, imbittered by injus
tice, imbittered by sin. Why not go forth
and sweeten them by smiles, by inspiring
wonts, by benefactions, by hearty counsel,
by prayer, by gospelized behavior? Let us
remember that if we are wormwood to
others we are wormwood to ourselves, and
our life will be bitter and our eternity
bitterer Ihe go-pi-l of Jesus Christ is the
<>r.lv sweet-tntui i"iwer that is sufficient.
It sweetens the disposition, it sweetens
the manners; it ". . . tens life; it sweetens
mysterious providences, it sweetens afflic
tions; it sweetens death; it sweetens every
thing. I have heard people asked in so
cial company, “If you could have three
wishes gratified, what would your three
wishes be?” If I could have three wishes
met, I tell you what they would be.
First, more of the grace of god; second,
more of the grace of God; third, more of
the grace of God.
In the dooryard of my brother John,
once missionary in Amoy, China, there
was a tree called the emperor tree, tho
two characteristics of which ase that it al
ways grows higher than its surroundings,
and its leaves take the form of a crown.
If this emperor tree lie planted beside a
rosebush, it grows a little higher than tho
bush and spreads out above it a crown.
If it be planted by the side of another
tree, it grows a little higher than that
tree and spreads above it a crown. Would
God that this religion of Christ, a more
wonderful emperor tree, might overshadow
all your lives I Are you lowly in ambition
or circumstance, putting over you its
Crown? Are you high in talent and posi
tion. putting over you its crown? Oh,
for more of the saccharin in our lives and
less of the wormwood!
What is true of Individuals Is true of
nations. God sets them up to revolve as
stars, but they may fall wormwood. Tyre
—the atmosphere of the desert, fragrant
with spices coming in caravans to her .
fairs; all seas cleft into foam by the keels
of her laden merchantmen; her markets
rich with horses and camels from Togar
mah; the bazaar filled with upholstery
from Dedan, with emerald and coral and
agate from Syria, with mines from Hcl
bon, with embroidered work from Ashur
and Chilmad. Whero now the gleam of
her towers? Where the roar of her char
iots? Where the masts of her ships? Let
tho fishermen who dry their nets whero
once she stood, let the sea that rushes
upon the barrenness where once she chal
lenged the admiration of all nations, let
the barbarians who set ♦b-4r rude tents,
where once her palaces glittered, answer
tho questions. She was a star, but by her
own sin turned to wormwood, and has
fallen
Star of Wormwood.
Hundred gated Thebes, for all time to
be tho study of antiquarian and hierog
lyphist; her stupendous ruins spread
over 27 miles; her sculptures presenting
in figures of warrior and chariot the vic
tories with which the now forgotten kings
of Egypt shook the nations; her obelisks
and columns; Karnak and Luxor, the
stupendous temples of hpr pride. Who can
imagine the greatness of Thebes in those
days, when the hippodrome rang with her
sports and foreign royalty bowed at her
shrines and her avenues roared with the
wheels of processions in tho wake of re
turning conquerors? What dashed down
tho vision of chariots and temples and
thrones? What hands pulled upon the col
umns of her glory? What ruthlessness de
faced her sculptured wall and broke obe
lisks, and left her indescribable temples
great skeletons of granite? What spirit of
destruction spread tho lair of wild boasts
in her royal sepulchers and taught the
miserable cottagers of today to build huts
in the courts of her temples and sent deso
lation and ruin skulking behind the obe
lisks and dodging among the sarcophagi,
and leaning against the columns, and
stooping under the arches, and weeping
in the waters which go mournfully by, as
though they were carrying the tears of all
ages? Let the mummies break their long
silence and cofne up to shiver in the deso
lation and point to fallen gates and shat
tered statues and defaced sculpture, re
sponding: “Thebes built not one temple
to God. Thebes hated righteousness and
loved sin. Thebes was a star, but sho
turned to wormwood and has fallen.”
Babylon, with her 250 towers and her
brazen gates and her embattled walls, the
splendor of the earth gathered within her
gates, her hanging gardens built by Neb
uchadnezzar to please his bride, Amytis,
who had been brought up in a mountain
ous country and could not endure the flat
country round Babylon. These hanging
gardens, built terrace above terrace, till at
the height of 400 feet there were woods
waving and fountains playing, the ver
dure, the foliage, the glory looking as if a
mountain were on the wing. On the tip
top a king walking with his queen.
Among the statues, snowy white, looking
up at birds brought from distant lands
and drinking out of tankards of solid gold
or looking off over rivers and lakes upon
nations subdued and tributary, crying,
“Is dg. this great Babylon which I have
built?”
Salvation For Millions.
What battering ram smote the walls?
What plowshare upturned the gardens?
What army shattered the brazen gates?
What long, fierce blast of storm put out
this light which illuminated the world?
What crash of discord drove down tho mu
sic that poured from palace window and
garden grove and called the banqueters to
their revel and the dancers to their feet?
I walk upon the scene of desolation to find
an answer and pick up pieces of bitumen
and brick and broken pottery, the remains
of Babylon. I hear the wild waves say
ing, “Babylon was proud, Babylon was
impure, Babylon was a star, but by sin
sho turned to wormwood and has fallen."
From the persecutions of the pilgrim
fathers and the Huguenots In other lands
God set upon these shores a nation. Tho
council fires of the aborigines went out in
the greater light of a free government.
The sound of the warwhoop was exchang
ed for the thousand wheels of enterprise
and progress. Tho mild winters, tho
fruitful summers, the healthful skies,
charmed from other lands a race of hardy
men, who loved God and wanted to be
free. Before the woodman’s ax forests
fell and rose again into ships’ masts and
churches’ pillars. Cities on the banks of
lakes began to rival cities by the sea. The
land quakes with the rush of the rail car,
and the waters are churned white with tho
steamer’s wheel. Fabulous bushels of
western wheat meet on tho way fabulous
tons of eastern coal. Furs from the north
pass on the rivers fruits from the south,
and trading in the same market are Maine
lumberman and South Carolina rice mer
chant and Ohio farmer and Alaska fur
dealer, and churches and schools and asy
lums scatter light and love nnd mercy and
salvation upon 70,000,000 people.
The I.ord’s Goodnein.
I pray that our nation may not copy the
crimes of nations that have perished;
that our cup of blessing turn not to
wormwood and we go down. lam by na
ture and by grace an optimist, and I ex
pect that this country will continue to ad
vance until the world shall reach the mil
lennial era. Our only safety is in right
eousness toward God and Justice toward
man. If we forget the goodness of tho
Lord to this land and break hjs
and improve not by the dire disasters that
have again and again come to us as a peo
ple, and we learn saving lesson neither
from civil war nor raging epidemic, rot
drought nor mildew, nor scourge of lo-
cust a!il .s'. i-,bopp- r : If tho political cor
ruption Mtn- ii has poison I the fountains
of | ob!:r virtue and Itesluned the high
places of authority, making free govern
ment at tn; ,-a hissing and a byword in
all the earth; if tho drunkenness and li
centious::--* that stagger and blaspheme
in the streets of our great cities, as though
they were reaching after tho fame of a
Corinth and a Sodom. are not rejvnted of,
we will yet see the smoko of our nation 's
ruin: the pillars of our national and state
capitals will fall more disastrously than
when Samson pulled down Dagon, and
futurq historians will record upon the
]>age ln-<tewed with generous tears the story
that the free nation of the west arose In
splendor whi-h made the world stare. It
had magnificent ]H>ssibilities; it forgot
God: it hated justice ; it hugged tta crimes;
it halted on its high march; it reeled tin j
der the Mow of calamity; it fell, and as it |
was goingdownall th- despotisms of earth ’
from the top of blood- thrones la-gan to i
shout: “Aha 1 So would we have it!”
while strugglin ' and oppressed peoples
looked out from dungeon bars, with tears
and groans and cries of untold agony, the ’
scorn of those and the woe of these uniting I
in the exclamation: ‘lx>.-k yonder! There
f<-ll a great star from heaven, burning as
it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third j
part of the riv- r» nu! upon the fountains ’
of waters, and the name of tho star is ;
called Wormwood! ’ ’
EMBASSADORIAL VISITS.
America's Representative Mast Stay I
nt Home t nt ll He Meets the Queen.
When a new embassador arrives in Lon i
don, he does not feel at liberty to accept .
any invitations until he has been received ■
by the queen. If the queen is at Windsor i
or at Osborne, this audience is granted
without delay; if she is in Scotland or in
the south of France, the embassador must |
await her return la-fore making any pub I
lie engagements. Etiquette requires him '
to pay his respects to the sovereign before I
accepting hospitality from her subjects.
An ordinary visit to the queen is made
on what is called a “dine and sleep” invi
tation from tho lord steward. Tho new
embassador takes his predecessor's letters
of recall and his own credentials and pre
sents them to tlie queen. He dines at the
royal residence as tho queen’s guest and
converses with her on tho friendly rela
tions of the two countries. After dinner
he takes leave of the queen and retires to
his room to write private letters mi paper
bearing the royal crest. The next morn
ing he breakfasts by himself and is driv< n
in a royal carriage to the station for tho
London train.
After this formality the new embassador
is the duly accredited representative of his
government and is at liberty to accept gen
eral invitations. When his mission is at
an end almost the last visit which be pays
is a similar one for taking leave of the
sovereign.
While court etiquette Is rigid in Eng
land, tho queen is cordial in manner and
unaffected in speech and has a talent for
making her visitors feel at ease. The new
embassador is put on tho level of a per
sonal friend.—Youth's Companion.
lion Dr. Mary Walker Looked.
To the recent Congress of Mothers in
New York there came one day a little old
man, wearing a cape coat in dark brown
checked tweed and carrying a high silk
hat that looked as though it had been out
in the rain. Tho small brown eyes of tho
little old man peered interestedly over a
pair of gold spectacles, while his gray
streaked brown hair was parted on one
side and cut squarely across the nape of
the neck. It was Dr. Mary Walker.
Dr. Mary wore no gloves. Sho carried
a stick as well as an umbrella unfurled.
Her trousers of black serge were a trifle
full at the hem. Evidently she does not
conform to the latest fashion in peg top
pantaloons, though perhaps these were her
“other trousers.” High calfskin boots
shod her feet, which looked femininely
small. Under the velvet collar of the capo
coat was festooned a narrow fringed scarf
of black merino. At her throat was a
Piccadilly collar of white linen and a black
satin four in hand tie, fastened with a
pearl scarfpin. Her white linen pocket
handkerchief, which she flourished with
unction, appeared to boos the feminine
persuasion.
But. most interesting of nil to those
who sat so near they they had an uninter
rupted view of the doctor, was the revela
tion of tlie fact that after all these years
of wearing men’s clothes sho has not yet
mastered their t rick of pockets. When she
attempted to produce her handkerchief,
she had to hunt for almost as long a time
and with as much energy as if it had been
concealed in tlie regulation skirt attach
ment.
Cleveland ns a Saint.
An interesting story Is told by Professor
Dean C. Worcester of Michigan university,
who has just been appointed by President
McKinley as one of the memlx.-rs of the
Philippine commission. He has made sev
eral-tours through the Philippines and in
one of his books relates that a native of
the islands begged from him a copy of
Judge containing a cartoon of ex Pre-i
--dent Cleveland, portraying him in the
garb of a friar, with a tin halo supported
by an upright from the back of his collar.
Mr. Cleveland was represented in an atti
tude of devotion, with hands clasped and
tears rolling down his cheeks.
Professor Worcester did not understand
why the Filipino begged so earnestly for
the colored print, but after returning from
a hunting expedition of a few days tho
i otter was exjil.uned He f< ind th. 'ar
toon of the ex-president hung at one end
of the hut in a neat bambwi frame, and in
the evening the father, mother and all the
children fell on their knet s and offered
their devotions before it.
Professor Worcester adds that “Mr. 1
Cl. vi land is the first American president
who has been canonized.”—Leslie’s Week
ly.
The Fluhtlnsr Machinist.
One lesson which the Spanish American
war has thoroughly taught is the vital
importance to a nation which would have
an. efficient navy of the fostering of tho
mechanical instinct. Americans may l>e
proud of being a nation of mechanics, and
I attribute the overwhelming victories
over the Spaniards largely to this fact and
the absolute lack of any mechanical apti
tude on the part of tho opponents. The
utter failure of Cervera’s fast armored
cruisers, which had trial speeds of 20
knots, to escape from the United -lat.s
vessels at Santiago, none of which was
making 17, shows the disastrous results
of discouragement of the mechanic. As
we now know, the condition of the two
fastest ships at Santiago, the New York
and Brooklyn, was such that only half
power could be used Immediately, and it
-c-ms almost certain that had ('.-rvera s
-hips Is-on able to make their maximum
«; cd they would have «-»-at .-d—En
g‘: -r In Chief G W Melvill.-. U S N.
in Engineering Magazin*-
CASTORIA
The Kind Y< 11 Have Always Bought,nd which has been
in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of
-y/f aml has been made under bls per-
y " ■ "<>nal snpcrv isi< n since its iiifanej.
Allow no one to deceive you in thi*.
All Counterfeit*, Imitations and Substitute** are but Ex
periments that trifle vith and endanger the health of
Infants and Children Lvjieri. nee against ExiH'riment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria is a substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric, l)r«>p.
and Soothing Syrups. It is Harmless and Pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
siibstan< e. Usage is it - guarantee. It. destroys WOinis
and allays Feverishness, it cures Diarrhea and ind
Colic, it relieves Teelhing Troubles, cures ('oust 1 pat ion
and flatulency. It assimilates the Food, regulates the
Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children’s Panacea —The 3lother's Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS
Bears the Signature of
The Kind You Have Always Bou£-
In Use For Over 30 Year-
Free to All.
Is Your Blood Diseased
Thousands of Sufferers From Bad Blood
Permanently Cured by B. B. B.
ToProve the Wonderful Merits ot Botanic Blood
Balm B. B. B.—or Three B's, Every Reader
of the Morning Call may Have a Sam
ple Bottle Sent Free by Mail.
Cures Deadly Cancer, Scrofula, Boils, Blood Poison, Bumps,
Pimples, Bone Pains, Ulcers, Eczema, Sores on Face,
Catarrh, Rheumatism and Broken-down
Constitutions.
Everyone who is a sufferer from bad
blood in any form should write Blood
Balm Company for a sample bottle of
their famous B. B. B,—Botanic Blocd
Balm.
B. B. B. cures because it literally drives
the jxiison ot Humor (which produce
blood diseases) out ol the blood, bones and
body, leaving the flesh as pure as a new
born babe’s, and leaves no bad after effects.
No one can afford to think lightly of
Blood Diseases. The blood is the life
thin, bad blood won't cure it-el!. You
must get the blood out of your bones and
body arid strung hen the system by new.
iresh blood, and in this way the sores and
ulcers cancers, rheumatism, eczema, ca
tarrh, etc., are cured. B. B. B. does nil
this tor you thoroughly and finally. B B
B is a powerful Blood Remedy land not a
mere tonic that stimulates but don’t cure)
and for this reason cutes when al) else
fails.
No one can tell how tad blood in the
system will show itself. In one person it
will break out in form of scrofula, in
another person, repulsive sores on the face
or ulcers on the leg. started by a slight
blow. Many persons show bad blood by
a breaking out of pimples, sores on tongue
or lips. Many persons’ blood is so bad
that it breakes out in terrible cancer on
the face, nose stomach or womb. Cancer !
is the worst form of bad blood, and hence i
cannot be cured by cutting, because you !
can’t cut out the bad Lhxxl; but cancer I
and all or any form of bad blood is easily I
and quickly removed by B. B B. Rheu
matism and catarrh are both caused by :
tad blood, although many doctors treat’,
them as local diseases. But that L the ■
reason catarrh and rheumatism arc never i
cured, wnile B, B. B. has made many •
lasting cures of catarrh and rheumatism.
Pimples and sores on the face can never
be cured with cosmetics or salves liecause
the trouble is deep down below the sur-
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face in the blool. Strike a b’ow wlwe
ti n 'I, -< U «-'r 'i 's , i •; I. ~t i. d-ne
by id-.iii- ii If J,. and driving the bad
blood out of the Iwly; in this way your
pimples and unsightly blemishes are
cured.
People who are predisposed to blood
disorders may experience any one or all
of the following symptoms: Thin blood,
the vital functions are enfeebled, constitu
tion shattered, shaky nerves, failing of the
hair,disturbed slumbers, general thinness,
and lack of vitality. The apjietite is bad
and breath foul. The blood seems hot in
the fingers and there arc hot flushes all
over the body, if you have any of these
symptoms your blood is more or less dis
eased and is liable, to show itself in some
f >rm of sore or blemish. Take B. B. B.
at on< e and get rid of the inward humor
before it grows worse, as it is bound to do
un;e-s the blood is strengthened and
sweetened.
Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B) is the
discovery of Dr. Giliam, the Atlanta
specialist on blood diseases, and be used
B. B. B in bis private l practice for 80 years
with invariably good results. B. B. B
does not contain mineral or vegetable
poison and is perfectly sale to take, by the
infant and the elderly and feeble.
Tiic above statements of facts prove
enough for any sufferer from Blood flu
i mors that Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B )
or three B’s cures terrible Blood diseases,
! and that it is worth while to give the
Remedy a trial >he medicine is for sale
by druggists everywhere at fl per large
bottle, or six bottles for $5, but sample
, ixittles can only be obtained of Blood
Balm Co. Writetoday. Address plainly,
i Blood Balm Co., Mitchell Street,Atlan
• ta, Georgia, and sample bottle of B. B. B.
an ! valuable pamphlet on Blood and
Skin Diseases will be sent you by return