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STREETS OF A CITY.
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WASHINGTON, March 19. —In this dis
course Dr. Talmage, who has lived tho
most of his life in cities draws practical
lessons from his own observation; text,
Proverbs 1, 20: “Wisdom crietli without
She uttcreth her voice in the streets.”
Wearcall ready to listen to the voices
of nature —tho voices of the mountain,
the vices of the sea, the voices of the
storm, the voices of the star As in some
of tho cathedrals in Europe there is an
organ at either end of tho building, and
the one instrument responds musically to
the other, so in tho great cathedral of
nature day responds to day, and night to
night, and flower to flower, and star to
star in the great harmonies of the uni
verse. Tho springtime is an evangelist
in blossoms preaching of God’s love, and
the winter is a prophet —white bearded—
denouncing woe again t <>:.:• .■■ We arc
all ready to listen to tho voices of nature,
lint how few of us learn anything from
the voices of the noisy and dusty street.
You go to your mechanism, and to your
work, and to your merchandise, and you
come back again—and often with how
different a heart you pass through the
streets Are there no things for us to
learn from these pavements over which we
pass? Are there no tufts of truth growing
up between these cobblestones, beaten
with the feet of toil and pain and pleasure,
tho slow trend of old age and tho quick
step of childhood? Ayo, there aro great
harvests to bo reaped, and now I thrust in
the sickle because tho harvest is ripe
“Wisdom crleth without. She uttoreth
her voice in the streets.”
Toil and Struggle.
In the first place the street impresses me
with tho fact that this life is a scene of
toil and struggle. By 10 o’clock every day
tho city is jarring with wheels and shuf
fling with feet and humming with voices
and covered with the breath of smoke
stacksand a-rush with traffickers. Once in
a while you find a man going along with
folded arms and with leisurely step, as
though he had nothing to do, but, for tho
most part, as you find men going down
these streets on the way io business, there
is anxiety in their faces, as though they
had some errand which must be executed
at the first possible moment. You are
jostled by those who have bargains to
make and notes to sell. Up this ladder
with a hod of bricks, out of this bank with
a roll of bills, on this dray with a load of
goods, digging a cellar, or shingling a roof,
or shoeing a horse, or building a wall, or
mending a watch, or binding a book. In
dustry, with her thousand arms and
thousand eyes and thousand feet, goes on
singing her song of work, work, work,
while the mills drum it and the steam
whistles fife it. All this is not because
men love toil. Some one remarked, “Every
man is as lazy as he can afford to be.”
But it is because necessity with stern brow
and with uplifted whip stands over you
ready whenever you relax your toil to
make your shoulders sting with the lash.
Can it be that passing up and down
these streets on your way to work and
business you do not learn anything of
the world’s toil and anxiety and strug
gle? Oh how many drooping hearts, how
many eyes on the watch, how many miles
traveled, how many burdens carried, how
many losses suffered, how many battles
fought, how many victories gained, how
many defeats suffered, how many exas
pc rations endured—what losses, what
hunger, what wretchedness, what pallor,
what disease, what agony, what despair!
Sometimes I have stopped at the corner of
the street as the multitudes went hither
and yon, and it has seemed to be a great
pantomime, and as I looked upon it my
heart broke. This great tide of human
life that goes down the street is a rapid
tossed and turned aside and dashed ahead
and driven back—beautiful in its confu
sion and confused in its beauty. In tho
carpeted aisles of the forest, in the woods
from which tho eternal shadow is never
lifted, on the shore of the sea over whoso
iron coast tosses the tangled foam sprin
kling the cracked cliffs with a baptism of
whirlwind and tempest, is the best place
to study God, but in the rushing, swarm
ing, raving street is the best place to study
man.
All ClaaaeN Meet.
Going down to your place of business
and coming home again I charge you to
look about —see these signs of poverty, of
wretchedness, of hunger, of sin, of be
reavement —and as you go through the
streets and come back through the streets,
gather up in the arms of your prayer all
the sorrow, all the losses, all the suffer
ings, all the bereavements of those whom
you pass and present them in prayer be
fore an all sympathetic God. In the great
day of eternity there will be thousands of
persons with whom you in this world
never exchanged one word who will rise up
and call you blessed, and there will be a
thousand fingers pointed at you in heaven,
saying, “That is tho man, that is the
woman, who helped me when I was hun
gry and sick ami wandering'and lost and
heartbroken. That is tho man, that is tho
woman." And the blessing will come
down upon you as Christ shall say: ‘‘l
was hungry, and ye fed me; I was naked,
and ye clothed me; I was sick and in prison,
and ye visited inc. Inasmuch as ye did it
to these poor waifs of tho streets, ye did
it to me."
Again, the street impresses me with
the fact that all classes and conditions of
society must commingle. Wo sometimes
culture a wicked exclusiveness. Intellect
despises ignorance. Refinement will have
nothing to do with boorishness. Gloves
l ate the sunburned hand, and the high
forehead despises the flat head, and the
trim hedgerow will have nothing to do
with the wild copsewood, and Athens hates
Nazareth. This ought not so to be. The
astronomer must come down from his
starry revelry’ and help us In our naviga
tion. The surgeon must come away from
his study of the human organism and set
our broken bones. The chemist must
come away from his laboratory, where he
has been studying analysis and synthesis,
and help us to understand the nature of
the soils. I bless God that all classes of
people are compelled. to meet on the street.
1 he glittering coach wheel clashes against
tho scavenger's cart. Fine robes run
against tho peddler’s pack. Robust health
meets wan sickness. Honesty confronts
fraud Every class of people meets every
other class. Impudence and modesty, pride
and humility, purity and beastliness,
■ rankness and hypocrisy, meeting on the
same block, in the same street, in th*
same city. Oh, that is what Solomon
meant when he said: “The rich and tho
poor meet together. The Lord is the Maker
of them all. ”
I like this democratic principle of the
gospel of Jesus Christ which recognizes
the fact that we stand before God on one
and the same platform. Do not take on
any airs, whatever position you have gain
ed in society; you are nothing but man,
born of the same parent, regenerated by
tho same Spirit, cleansed in the same
blood, to lie down in the same dust, to get
up in the same resurrection. It is high
time that we all acknowledge not only the
Fatherhood of God, but the brotherhood of
man
Temptations Abound.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that it is a very hard thing for a man
to keep his heart right and to get to heav
en. Infinite temptations spring upon us
from these places of public concourse.
Amid so much affluence, how much temp
tation to covetousness and to be discon
tented with our humble lot! Amid so
many opportunities for overreaching, what
temptation to extortion! Amid so much
display, what temptation to vanity! Amid
so many saloons of strong drink, what
allurement to dissipation! In tho mael
stroms and hell gates of the street, how
many make quick and eternal shipwreck!
If a man-of-war comes back from a battle
and Is towed into the navy yard, we go down
to look at tho splintered spars and count
the bullet holes and look with patriotic
admiration on the flag that floated in vic
tory from the masthead. But that man is
more of a curiosity who has gone through
80 years of the sharpshooting of business
life and yet sails on, victor-over the temp
tations of the street. Oh, how many have
gone down under the pressure, leaving not
so much as the patch of canvas to tell
where they perished! They never had any
peace. Their dishonesties kept tolling in
their ears. If I had an ax and could split
open tho beams of that fine house, perhaps
I would find in the very heart of it a skele
ton. In his very best wine there is a
smack of poor man's sweat. Oh, is it
strange that when a man has devoured
widows’ houses he is disturbed with indi
gestion? All the forces of nature are
against him. The floods are ready to
drown him and the earthquake to swallow
him and the fires to consume him and tho
lightnings to smite him. But the children
of God are on every street, and in the day
when the crowns of heaven are distributed
some of the brightest of them will be given
to those men who were faithful to God and
faithful to the souls of others amid tho
marts of business, proving themselves the
heroes of the street. Mighty were their
temptations, mighty was their deliverance,
and mighty shall be their triumph.
Shams and Pretensions.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that life is full of pretension and
sham. What subterfuge, what double
dealing, what two facedness! Do all peo
ple who wish you good morning really
hope for you a happy day? Do all the peo
ple who shake hands love each other? Are
all those anxious about your health who
inquire concerning it? Do all want to see
you who ask you to call? Does all tho
world know half as much as it pretends
to know? Is there not many a wretched
stock of goods with a brilliant show win
dow? Passing up and down the streets to
your business and your work, are you not
impressed with the fact that society is
hollow and that there are subterfuges and
pretensions? Oh, how many there are
W’ho swagger and strut and how few peo
ple who are natural and walk! While
fops simper and fools chuckle and simple
tons giggle, how few people are natural
and laugh! The courtesan and tho liber
tine go down the street in beautiful ap
parel, while within tho heart there aro
volcanoes of passion consuming their life
away. I say these things net to create in
you incredulity or misanthropy, nor do I
forget there are thousands of people a
great deal better than they seem, but I do
not think any man is prepared for the
conflict of this life until he knows this
particular peril. Ehud comes pretending
to pay his tax to King Eglon, and while
ho stands in front of tho king stabs him
through with a dagger until the haft went
in after the blade. Judas Iscariot kissed
Christ.
Field For Charity.
Again, the street impresses me with tho
fact that it is a great field for Christian
charity There are hunger and suffering
and w f and wretchedness in the country,
but these evils chiefly congregate in our
great cities. On every street crime prowls
and drunkenness staggers and shame
winks and pauperism thrusts out its hand
asking for alms. Here want is most squalid
and hunger is most lean. A Christian
man going along a street in New York
saw a poor lad, and ho stooped and said,
“My boy, do you know how to read and
write?” The boy made no answer. The
man asked the question twice and thrice,
“Can you read and write?” and then the
boy answered with a tear plashing on the
back of his hand. He said in defiance:
“No, sir; I can't road nor write neither.
God, sir, don’t want me to read and write.
Didn't he take away my father so long
ago I never remember to have seen him,
and haven’t I had to go along tho streets
to get something to fetch home to eat for
the folks, and didn’t I, as soon as I could
carry a basket, have to go out and pick up
cinders and never have no schooling, sir?
God don’t want me to read, sir. I can't
read nor write neither." Oh, these poor
wanderers! They have no chance. Born
in degradation, as they get up from their
hands and knees to walk, they take their
first step on the road to despair. Let us go
forth in the name of tho Lord Jesus Christ
to rescue them. Lot us ministers not be
afraid of soiling our black clothes while
wc go down on that mission. While wo
are tying an elaborate knot in our cravat
or while we are in tho study rounding off
some period rhetorically wo might be sav
ing a soul from death and hiding a multi
tude of sins. Oh, Christian laymen, go
out on this work. If you are not willing
to go forth yourself, then give of your
means, and if you are too lazy to go and
if you are too stingy to help, then get out
of the way and hide yourself in the dens
and caves of the earth, lest when Christ 's
chariot comes along the horses’ hoofs
trample you into the mire. Beware lest
the thousands of the destitute of your city,
in the last great day, rise up and curse
your stupidity and your neglect. Down
to work! Lift them up!
One cold winter’s day, as a Christian
man was going along the Battery in New
York, ho saw a little girl seated at the
gate, shivering in the cold. He said to
her, “My child, what do you sit there for
this cold day?” “Oh,” she replied, “I am
waiting—l am waiting for somebody to
come and take care of me.” “Why,” said
the man, “what makes youthink anyliody
will come and take care of you?” “Oh,’
she said, "my mother died last week, and
I was crying very much, and she said:
‘Don't cry. dear Though lam gone and
your father is gone, the Lord will send
son..■! -j.lv to take care of you.’ My mother
never told a lie She said some one would
1 come and take care of me, and lam watt
' Ing for them to come." Oh, yes, they are
r i waiting for you. Men who have money,
! men who have influence, monos churches,
> men of great hearts, gather them in, gath
i er them in. It is not the will of your
■ Heavenly Father that one of these little
i ones should perish.
Lvoldng Forward.
Lastly, the street impresses me with the
fact that all the people are looking for
ward I see expectancy written on almost
every face I meet. Where you find a thou
sand people walking straight on. you only
find one man stopping and looking back.
The fact is, God made us all to look ahead,
lieeause we are Immortal. In this tramp
of tho multitude on the streets I hear tho
tramp of a great host marching and
marching for eternity. Beyond the office,
tlie store, tho shop, tho stns-t, there is a
world, populous and tremendous. Through
God's grace, may you reach that blessed
place. A great throng fills those boule
vards, and the streets are a-rush with tho
chariots of conquerors. Tho inhabitants
go up and down, but they never weep and
they never toil. A river flews' through that
city, with rounded and luxurious banks,
and the trees of life, laden with everlasting
fruitage, bend their branches into thecrys
tai.
No plumed hoarse rattles over that pave
ment, for they aro never sick. With im
mortal health glowing in every vein, they
know not how to die. Those towers of
strength, those jMilaces of iieauty, gleam
in the light of a sun that never sets. Oh,
heaven, beautiful heaven! Heaven, where
our friends arc! They tako no census In
that city, for it is inhabited by “a multi
tude which no man can number. ’’ Rank
above rank. Host above host. Gallery
above gallery sweeping all around tho
heavens. Thousands of thousands, mil
lions of millions. Blessed are they who
enter in through the gate into that city.
Oh, start for it today! Through tho blood
of the great sacrifice of tho Son of God
tako up your march to heaven. “Tho
Spirit and the bride say, Come, and who
soever will let him come and take tho wa
ter of life freely.” Join this great throng
marching heavenward. All tho doors of
invitation aro open. “And I saw twelve
gates, and tho twelve gates were twelve
pearls."
Illa Weather Prophet.
A certain king had a philosopher upon
whose judgment he depended. It hap
pened that one day tho king took it into
his head to go hunting, and after sum
moning his nobles and making prepara
tions he called his philosopher and asked
him if it would rain. The philosopher told
him it would not, and the king set out.
While journeying along he met a coun
tryman with a donkey. He advised them
to return, “for,” said he, “it will cer
tainly rain.” They smiled and passed on.
Before they had gone many miles, how
ever, they had reason to regret not having
taken the advice, as, a heavy shower com-'
ing up, they were drenched to the skin.
When they returned, the king reprimand
ed the philosopher for telling him it would
bo clear when it was not. “I met a coun
tryman, and he knows a great deal more
than you do, for he said it would rain,
whereas you said it would not.”
The king then dismissed the philosopher
and sent for the countryman. He soon
appeared.
“Tell me," said the king, “how did you
know it would rain?”
“I didn’t know," said the rustic. "My
donkey told me so.”
“And how, pray, did he tell you so?”
“By pricking up his ears, your maj
esty.”
Tho king then sent tho countryman
away, and, retaining the donkey, placed
him in the office the philosopher had filled.
I
Monkey Dentistry In n Street Car.
An itinerant musician who daily grinds
out operatic airs and popular songs on a
street piano at Bridgeport, opposite Nor
ristown, and his monkey were a miserable
pair as they sat in a trolley car on the way
to this city the other morning. The mon
key was squealing and holding one of his
paws to its mouth, while tears flowed co
piously. The master could not console the
animal, and a well dressed man who sat
opposite asked what caused the monkey's
suffering. “Ho gotta da pain in da toot,"
was tho reply. “I tinka he goin to die,
but wants to got him to city.”
Tho questioner asked permission to ex
amine the monkey's mouth, and after
looking at it he produced a vial and al
lowed a few drops of a liquid to fall on the
gums. Tho animal ceased squealing.
Then the sympathizing man got the Ital
ian to hold the monkey's mouth open,
i when he inserted a pair of forceps he took
.from his pocket and drew out the trouble
some tooth. Tho monkey yelled once, and
I then showed the relief it felt. While tho
> owner was wiping tho blood from its
mouth the dentist left the car and shook
> his head good naturedly when the street
> musician called after him, "Comma back
an gitta you mon. ” —Philadelphia Record.
The Aiuerloanl.ntlon of Santiago.
I was greatly interested in seeing how
rapidly the town is becoming Amerlcan-
* ized. A ragged Cuban bootblack shouted
to me, “Shine? Shine ’em up?” How
these Santiago street arabs have acquired
’ precisely the words, voice, tone and pro
' nunciation of the ferryboat bootblacks in
'New York I don't know, but they have.
Many of them can also count in English,
and, I am sorry to say, swear fluently in
the same language. Half the street boys
in the city can whistle our bugle calls,
’ “Afterthe Ball" and “The Star Spangled
' Banner."
’ There can bo no doubt, I think, that
* American customs, American ideas and
J American methods are beginning already
J to influence not only the boys, but the men
and women, of this city. In dress, in so
cial habits, in commercial transactions and
in a growing regard for neatness and
1 cleanliness, one sees everywhere the slow
* but sure working of tho leaven of civiliza
' tion and enlightenment.—George Kennan
‘ in Outlook.
,■
I She Was Passed.
* In Bangor, Me., curfew rang for tho
i first time a few nights ago and was foi
-1 lowed by a scampering home of all the
young folks. Only one little girl was
3 found out after 8 o’clock by the police,
1 and sho was allowed to proceed, being
armed with a note which read:
1 Mister Policeman:
? Sta—My girl Jenny ain’t braking no law she
3 is after pairogouric for Title James piste parse
i besides if you don't my man will lick the stuf
r flag out of you tewmorrow.
1
, Ills Best Work.
1 A western churchman once asked the
r late Bishop Williams of Connecticut what
the latter considered the best bit of work
1 be had done in that state during hts long
episcopate there.
I “Well," the venerable bishop replied,
1 "perhaps the best work I did fur the dio
r eese and for the church as well wad to keep
1 b number of men out of the ministry.”
SHADOWS ON THE WALL.
When the room is tidy.
Toys are put away,
Eyes are growing sleepy,
are turning gray.
Come* the children's clamor
As they round me throng.
Fairy lore's exhausted,
Sung wo h nursery song.
In the mellow lamplight
Hushed their voices all,
Whilst they watch me making
Shadows on the wall I
Through the happy silence
Rings their laughter low
As upon the wall there
Shadows come and go.
Nni se. r . e. n, unheeded.
Watches from the door.
Whilst the children's voices
Plead for Just one morel
One by one they leave me,
Till I sit alone.
Seeing in the twilight
Shadows of my own,
Long fi > gotten fanolea,
Dreams in olden guise.
Till from heart to eyelids
Tears, unbidden, rise.
Happy, happy children I
Time hns Joys for all;
Only some nre fleeting
Shadows on tho wall!
London Malt.
HOW HE GAINED COURAGE,
General Chaffre'i Way of Giving: a
Recruit Confidence.
A youth of 18 who was iu the trench
es at El Caney carrying a gun was so
badly frightened under fire that he
went flat on his face ami was roundly
kicked by his companions. General
Chaffee came along and called to him,
“Well, you’re a fine soldier!” Then he
looked at tho boyish face of the kid,
and his face softened. “I suppose you
can’t help it,” he said. "It ain’t so
much your fault. I'd like to get hold
of the fellow that took you into the ar
my. ” By and by he put his hand on
the boy’s shoulder. “There isn’t so
much danger as youthink for, ” said
the general. "Now, you get up and
take your 'un and fight, and I’ll stand
here by y j. ”
The aoy got up, shaking like a leaf
and fired his first shot pretty near
straight into the air.
“That’s pretty high, ” said the gen
eral. "Keep cool and try it again.”
In three minutes that kid was fight
ing like a veteran and cool as a cucum
ber, and when he saw it the general
started on. ‘
“You’re all right now, my boy,” he
said. “You’ll make a good soldier.” •
“God bless you, sir,” said the young
ster. “You saved me from worse than
death. ” And he was pretty close to cry
ing when he said it. f
After a while the order came to re
tire from the trench, and soldiers bad
to collar that kid and haul him away
by the neck to get him to retreat with
his company. And at that he'd got a
bullet through the fleshy part of his
shoulder an hour before. In the rest of
the fights there wasn’t a better soldier i
in the company.—Chicago Journal.
Theatrical “Prop*.*’
Props comprise all the portable arti
cles required in a play. Guns and pis
tols—which too often fail to go off t
the critical moment—are props; loav
of bread, fowls, fruit, all made of
rough papier mache, are also props. We
may also include those wondrous gilt
goblets, only seen on the stage, which
make such a -nonmetallic thud when
they fall and bounce upon the boards,
as among the achievements of the prop
erty man.
But it is at pantomime time that that
individual is at his busiest. Big masks
and make believe sausages and vegeta
bles, without which no pantomime
would be complete, are mingled with
fairy wands, garlands of artificial flow- i
ers, basket work frames for the accom- ;
modation of giants and other articles 1
too numerous to mention.
How the right things are forthcom
ing at the right moment is one of those
mysteries only known to property men.
Had one of these useful members of the
theatrical world the ability and inclina
tion to write a book what un entertain
ing volume could he turn out!—Cham
bers’ Journal.
Original if Not Accurate.
This, says The Scottish Leader, is a
genuine extract from a schoolboy's re
cent on Nelson:”
“Oh! Harding, kiss me again, “were
the butefull words of a heroik mortal
who won a grate battle with one eye
and a wooden leg. Before the bloody
context this motto was uttered by him.
“Thequeen expects every man to do his
duty.” When he died the queen met
him in a boat and he went to St. Paul’s
and was bnried. This is a marvelous
lesson to me and all schoolboys. Do
your duty to your parstors and masters
and then even with a single leg you can
say, “with this simple thing I will do
my duty.” As Nelson himself said,
“Even though you are only man you
can do your duty. ”
Haman Nature.
“You know,” said the collector
rather plaintively, “you said that you
would pay me if I came today.”
“ Well, ” answered Mr. Bildew, “you
must bear in mind that human ira|B£o
is human nature. The best of us sonHMj
ti/nes say things that we are sorry for. *
Washington Star.
A Swell.
“So iu your last place you were valet
to a count? When did you have to call
him iu the morning?”
“At half past 7.”
“Call me at a quarter to 8!" —Flie-
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Everyone who is a sufferer from bad
blood in any form should write Blood
Balm Company for a sample bottle of
'heir famous B. B. B,—Botanic Blocd
Balm.
B. B. B. cures because it literally drives
the poison of Humor (which produci
blood diseases) out of the bloo<l, 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 6f
Blood Diseases. The blood is the life
thin, bad blood won’t cure itself You
must get the blood out of your bones
body and Btreng hen the system by nc
fresh blood, and in this way the sores ar><!
ulcers cancers, rheumatism, eczema, ca
tarrh, etc., are cured. B. B. B. does all
this for you thoroughly and finally. B B
B is a powerful Blood Remedy (and not a
mere tonic that stimulates but don’t cure)
and for this reason cures when all else
fails.
No one can tell how bad 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 bid blood, and hence
cannot be cured by cutting, because you
can’t cut out the bad bhiod; but cancer
and all or any form of bad blood is easily
and quickly removed by B. B B. Rheu
matism ana catarrh are both caused by
bad blood, although many doctors treat
them as local diseases But that is the
reason catarrh and rheumatism are never
cured, wnile B, B. B. has made many
lasting cures of catarrh and rheumatism.
Pimples and sores on the face can never
l>e cured with cosmetics or salves because
Hbe trouble is deep down below the sur-
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face in Hie blood. Strike •» b’-w whr-e
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by inking if B B. and driving the baa
blood out of the body; in this way your
pimples and unsightly blemishes are
cured.
People iiie, are predisposed to blood
disorder- may experience any one or all
of Un loi io.’ symptoms: Thin blood,
the vital functions are enfeebled, constitu
tion shattered, shaky nerves, falling of the
hair,disturbed- slumbers, general thinness,
and lack of vitality. The appetite is bad
and breath foul. The blood seems hot in
\ the lingers and there are 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
form of sore or blemish. Take B. B. B.
at once and get rid of the inward humor
before it grows worse, as it is bound to do
unless 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 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
The above statements of facta prove
i enough for any sufferer from Blood Hu
mois 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 be medicine is for sale
by druggists everywhere at |1 per large
bottle, or six bottles for |5, but sample
bottles can only !>e obtained of Blood
Balm Co. Write today. Address plainly',
Blood Balm Co., Mitchell Street, Atlan
ta, Georgia, and sample bottle of B. B. B.
and valuable pamphlet on Blood and
Skin Diseases will be sent you by return
mail.