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xilE COMINU SEASON.
B 4(UMMKBZKT TAatMKB." The following from a -Uto number of ih London Agricultural OazeUa Is a Rood study la the SoinemtsLlre dialect, whatever ma b I r ltamarits laths weathar ''XorecastlDii" Ilu. - All you that ba wmln' t' year plaza cum nemer. An' Til teli'M ixacly what manner o' weather You've a cot cummin' on the salson avarV, Kt you'll tx but dKtDd u to bear oat my tory. i I J -- I've told'ea avorUme, again au' again, O' ealsona o' thunder an' ligutnln.' an' rain, U etarms an' o' vluda. an' calamltlee pad, An' too true thj'e a cum an bin terrible bad. . Now, I'm plazad to Iaforui'w, I've got better news. , The dark o the weather have done wl' the blues. T He's- cummla' out handsome an' smUin' to " year; Ye can take, thetta vor gospel, I tell'ee no tear. Not as how I sets up vor a prophet like they As studies astrology all nlht an' day, s ' An' pretends tey mestery they can explain, IlOW IDS EWUB 1U lUOil fcuoiaca viiuk iuuduiuo or rain Nn wizard lie I o' the ncrtb. east, or west: My prophecies .come vrom the source that's the beet, That's sheer escalation 0' cause an' neo, Nine times onto' ten, zurr, you'll vlnd It cor rec Ef yon takes care to chronicle cycle3 o' waath er. An' you knows how to putt all their lessons to gether, ThitidiM tT statesmen so well understood. That hestory repoaLs itzelf mostly holds good. Mild wenters have generally brought, as nil. Vine znronwrs, tho' p'raps lathe early part vtnl. At zanshln en March we bad better not holler, No summer's a made by the zlght 0' one bwoI- ler. v Kt nil coma very coold I'm aveard afore long, An kill oil the plants an' the buds that beant s iron z. Alst wends ull be tryln', an' wunt at all suit The orchita au' them rs depends upon fruit. nut tnVa at all round an' all auver the nation. The land will quite pay vor zum good cultlva- t on: Yer ground wunt be deluged weth auver much rain; Agrlcultur thees year wunt be labor in vala. Alittla mold weather In ADril an' Mar. Weth showers and p'raps eleet, wunt much hurt vor the nay: An' ef tho hot zummer don't come in so soon. As what you expected, 'twill come late m June. Jolv wull be hot an' remarkably dry, An' to leap purty early thene year we mos try: Vor Augus' may bring zum electrical change, An' ef harvests that's late shud be wet, 'twunt be etrange. ........ oar Insula will be bravv from meadow nn' field, Whate sja' barley will give us a capital yiahL , TbVroups an' wuzzles 'all do vnry well, ; , Wlthea j-cKA'o market to zell. ' Ef grtiiropa be early an' quickly vL'n. ,' Wo once' more vrom varmla a profit migoii. 1 wlnJ . I doant ray our prospects be bright altogether, iiut they wunt be no wusa vor the nex zum mer's weather. 1 r A WORD IN SEASON. Prink not in winter, when the wind ! fickle as a wandering mind When hqow falls like a winding-sheet, And clouds sail liko a scattrred lleet. Wine makes the best blood blue an. I thin, And chills the heart that beats within . The blood that pulses through the veius Deals best In bliu who best absUlor. Drink not In spring, when flowers nrlse Olad in the rainbow varies dye; Ttaelrc-ups, more fine than porcelain. They hold to catch the dew and rain. The bird dip not their bills to slake Their thirst with what wine-blbbers take; They tante the dew and rain, and raise Their little bead luraleful praise. Drink not tn nuniuier, when the sun Utrlkes with hit lanes the reckless one. Can nre within keep orr the heat ' And make the heart with vigor beat? Ktl'ect Is sure to follow cause; Nature has writ her code of Isws In characters of light, aud plain As truth: "From alcohol abstain!" Drink not lu autumn, when the chill, Raw blast pipes loud upon the hill; Tlsthen I lore, raving cold, Scatters the leaves of red and gold. With lip invisible at Hues lie whispers of the wrecks of crows. And phases the shutters while be roars Like drunken men at tavern-doors. WIDOW APFLED ORE'S ROMANCE. "A man that thinks of nothing but pep'mlnt oil an' price of wheat! No! Emma Jane; my life has been hum drum enough without my ending it . ... with Deacon Bliss. I shan't have him !" "Well, well, Itosetta, if you won't I don't know's anybody's goin'ter try an make you," chirped plump, rosy, Mrs. .' Thlox, looking up from the stout blue woolen sock she was knitting. "I s'pose the Deacon thought he'd a right to ask you, seein' it's a free country. Caleb Appledore was an awful nice man, but so's the Deacon. Lone wiramin aie put on. Job Wlttamore neglects your gard'ning, an just see what work you have with your lires winters an' keep- r , In roads broke out" Tm not going to marry just to have some one tend the garden and do the ' " chores," said Mrs. Appledore. "I've never found fault with them that's dead and gone; but I know what it is to live with a person who does not care two pins for the things I do, and : : if I ever do marry again it will be some one who can sympathize with me. I . can't say I can swallow all 'Lias Brad Bhaw says about the marryin' of souls --and alhnities. but there's some truth in it you may depend. Besides, I'd like a little romance in my life before I die." "Ro-niance is all well 'nuff," said Mrs. Phlox ;"but you're 39 next March, Rosetta an' sech a man as Deacon Bliss don't grow on every bush. Bein' a good provider, an' a splendid farmer, an' a deacon, an' a pillar in the church 1 may not bo romantic, but they're good recommendations in a man you're thinkin' of marryin'. I hope you'll think twice." , . . , . MI have thought, and I shan't marry the deacon," said Mrs. Appledore de ' cisively ; "an if that's being romantic, I'm not ashamed of it." j. ne little wiaow aia not look ro- . mantle Her complexion was a dull , white, and her hair was a dull brown. Dull, too, were her large gray eyes that blinked behind short-sighted glasses, hut her form, though meager and do void of curve, was not without grace, and she had a clear, sweet soprano voice, which, though it was untrained. I she could use with taste and feeling. I me iiarmonicum,iue JJixville musical association, made her the head of all ineir committees, ana reiiea upon her to sing all the solos. Indeed, without her it could not havo existed. Tho wheezy mclodeon, which was a dozen years old before it became the property of the society, had at last collapsed un der the energetic lingers of rrofessor Jackson Jonet, who did the accompa nying, and they were trying to buy a piano. They liaa given concerts ana had oyster suppers till Dixville was tired, when Dr. Ollapod suggested a lecture. It was whispered that the Doctor had expected the committee to invite him to read one of his papers on the bemitic tongue3 ; but if he did he was disappointed. They corresponded with many popular lecturers, who all declined to visit Dixville on the plea of engagements, and the committee at last invited a certain rrofessor St. Clair Smith, about whom they knew nothing save that he had lectured in tho neighboring villages, with accept ance, to address them. The rrofessor had suddenly appeared in Dixville mounted on a line gray horse. The next day ho was seen to enter the post- oliice with a green hag on his arm, and and the gossips immediately reported that he was wealthy and had come from Boston. lie at once accepted the invitation of the Ilarmonicum com mittee, and announced that his lecture would be on the Thilosophy of Art." The meeting-house was hired and Mrs. Appledore, with a select few, began practicing some music for the occasion. It was the afternoon before the lec ture, and Mrs. Appledore had invited her sister to spend the day with her. Domestic duties seemed to be just what Mrs. Thlox was made for. Her hus band and sister usually did all her thinking. In return she served them with her hands; but the few notions that did creep into her round head she clung to pertinaciously. 'The worst kind of a fo&i is a beetle- headed one," she said, after a long pause ;"an puttln tins and thattogeth er, Rosetta, I think-, you're preparin' with your ronnncin to be just that kind of a one. "I don't see how sisters can be so unlike," and Mrs. Appledore drummed a harsh accompaniment to her words on the middle 0 of her piano. "To be sure, you are the oldest ; but age need not make one s soul a clod. "It would be well for you to remem ber that all the advantages are not on your side," cried Mrs. Phlox, rising with dignity. "There are bodies, yes, ana dispositions, that aro clods, and Mrs. Phlox jerked on her calasit and went home. The meeting-house was full, and the next day the Dixville Times declared tntfVtkwuTt-V) Jiave been a mostroulful 1-1 1 A A.1 ' 1 ' iippieuure a uuermou wauuereu u she only knew that the enttrtainnuvtvou're dreadful foolish? chirr ci was about to he concluded- by Dr. Olla pod's sono.ous call for "moosic.1 "I am delighted," said-Professor St Clair Smith, bowing low before her, as soon as possible after the "moosic." "I never heard such a delicious voice." Mrs. Appledore coughed behind her hand to conceal her liattered embar rassment, and turned a questioning look on Professor Jackson Jones, who stood near. You Always sing splendid," said that gentleman, drawing himself up. "1 didn't do myself justice to-night." "You've always dragged," said Karl Leopold, who took every opportunity to criticise the Ilarmonicums doings. Professor Jackson Jones pulled at his cravat, and Mrs. Appledore's face was full of resentment "I never heard anything finer in Bos ton," said Professor St Clair Smith, coming to the rescue, "and I suppose you know what that implies." The night after the lecture was a very stormy one, and Mrs. Appledore was slowly twisting her hair in crimp-ing-pins, when the door-bell rang. "I could not endure the loneliness of the hotel, dear Mrs. Appledore," said Pro fessor St Clair Smith, making a court ly bow, "and have come to beg for just one song." The Professor wa9, so far as outline and coloring go, a handsome man. His head was what la commonly called dome-shaped. His wavy hair and silky beard were a bright yellow red, and his rather large eyes were blue. He sat down in the big rocking-chair, and taking a twin on each knee, "I renew my youth in children," he cried, giving them a squeeze. "Do you know the song, 'The old times were the best times when you and I were young " "Ob, yes," said the widow, nervously turning over her music, "but I can't say that I feel so very old." "Dear me, what a blunderer I am," cried the Professor. "I was thinking of my boyhood. I've always hated be ing grown up. A man has so much to fetter his imagination. Yon must havef lost your husband in the first flush of your youth?" I did murmured the widow, forget ting that she was 35 when the event occurred. . The twins were babes Song succeeded song till the Profes sor proposed duets, and Mrs. Appledore enjoyed the music so much that it was midnight before she knew it Two months passed away. The Professor came almost every evening. He had hired a small house a little out of town, that he might be undisturbed, he explained, and a relative had come to keep house for him. He did not know how long he should remain in Dixville. He was preparing a book for publication, and. writing several lectures. When his literary labors were over he was going to take a trip somewhere und rest though friends of his, influential in Washington, were anxious for him to accept a consulship at an impoitant point "Tbo widow's neat white cottage htood by itself on the confines of the village. Deacon Bliss fields 'of dark green peppermint and nodding wheat stretching along the country road for nearly a mile joined the garden. Be fore her abrupt refusal of him, the Deacon had been accustomed to drop in for a little visit or to bring a neigh borly offering of apples or fresh vege- tables. But these calls had ceased, and. cut off from all her sources of news 'and pleasure, Mrs. Appledoro stayed closely at home, practiced her music ana entertained the Professor. But one sunshiny afternoon Mrs. Phlox came bustling up the prim grav eled sidewalk. llosetta Appledore she chirped, like an angry blue jay, as she opened the door, 'though a clod, which there are folks that think dillerent, I vo come to ask you if you know you're the town talk?' The town talk T echoed her aston ished sister. 'Yes, the town talk,' repeated Mrs. Phlox, with wonder! ul emphasis. 'Anybody would be who had spent two blessed months phllanderln with a married man.'. Who Is married?' Your Professor Smith.' I don't believe it.' I 8'posed you wouldn't, but I've seen his wife,' said Mrs. Phlox with evident satisfaction. 'Miss Merrills, she 'twas Pearly Ann Truesdale, wouldn't miss a llndln' out anything if she had to walk ten miles, an' she called on Iter. an' told mo. That night I sez to John. John' sez I, 'a sister's a sister, 'special ly u sue's younger an' a widder, an' if 1 be a clod I'm goin' to the bottom of this;' an',' sez he, 'Emma Jane, I think you'd better,' an' the first thing he did the next mornin' was to hitch up. an' take me over to the mile-strip where that fellow lives, in Tony Allerton's cottage. He wa't in, but she was, an' she was washln'. I'm Miss Phlox,' sez I, 'an' I come to call.' 'Thank you stz she. 'I'm Miss Smith an' she set out the only chair there was in the room for me. an' set down herself on the wash bench.' Air you Miss St. Clair Smith, tho wife of the Professor stz I. A sort of smile twinkled over hr moutli an' she sez, 4Yes, Miss St. Clair Smith, though I didn't know Mr.Smith had adopted the St. Clair name. That's my family name.' An' then she went on an' spoke of her husband, an' of how ambitious he is, an' how he feels his spear in public life, an' how she is willin' to do anything to help him. An' then she inquired if 1 thought she could get sewin in Dixville when she feels a little better an' is able to do it Tears of shame and an per catliered in Mrs. Appledore's eyes as her sister spoke. 'Is Mrs. Smith good looking? Is she an interesting woman?' she asked. I can't say how interesting she is. She seemed kind of trod on, so to speak. As for looks, she ain't any prettier'n you'd be if you worked hard an didn't have half enough to eat said Mrs. Phlox calmly. Mrs. Appledore sobbed aloud. 'What do people. say about me? What shall I do? shecmi- "-They' doa t ' tct-'a' $tt, cnly rKbJw v JL rislr ? ikJLuilri'. ' calash, for it vrca tlraost suppt7- fcUvv t! pl m t - .i rjj v j j : V3 I can't aaj.M I know of MytMr for to tis Jca" Xa ils i::t.j f j 1 i. yuu iu uu except 10 leu air. tnilia 10 stay t home. 'Taint likely that Deacon Bliss will give you a chance to sav yes a secoad time.' There had been a good deal of pleas urable excitement in receiving the vis its of the Professor. To dress herself in her best mourning and to sing her favorite songs to an appreciative lis tener, had been something to look for ward to during the humdrum work of the day. The thought, however, of what her acquaintances were saying about her embittered her life, and when the Professor nciin called one glance at her face tol i him that she knew all. Dear Mrs. A ppledore he bean, but she checked him. You had better go home to your wife, Mr. Smith,' she said coldly. Tears, real tears, came into the Pro fessor's big blue eyes. But I love you he cried, 'and she has always been an incubus upon my soul But she's your wife,' persisted Mrs. Appledore. I knew it moaned the Professor, rubbing his brow distractedly. 'It eats out my vitals when I think of it. She don't feel as I feel. There's no wings for me 'as long as 1 am tied to her. We've no aflinity Mrs. Appledore gazed at him in dull wonder. These were almost the words she had used to her sister, but they did not sound pleasantly now. I love you, Rosetta,' went on the lit tle man, approaching her; 'and I want to ask you just one question: Were I a single man would you marry me ?' I might admitted the widow, smoothing down a fold in her overskirt with a trembling hand. - 'Enough!' and the Professor flung his arms about her and pressed a rap turous kiss upon Ler forehead. 'Bless you, my darling!' end before she could answer him he v. i gone. The next evenj- when Mrs. Apple dore was taking down her washing from the line she v. as suddenly clasped from behind by a pair of strong arms. 'You will soon be mine said tho voice of the Professor. 'I've offered my wife 650 to leave me and she has accepted Accepted the widow cried, wrench ing herself free. Yes, and as soon as I can sell my book she shall go. I've lived in soul isolation long enough. My heart has found its mate All the men that Mrs. Appledore knew were quaint of speech and some what rustic In manner, but what they considered duty controlled their lives. You wretch she cried, dashing the clothes-pin basket at him. 'Fifty dol lars! You ain't worth fifty cents. Go home and nover dare to epeak to mo again!' Hear me he pleaded, catching hold of her gown. I can't stay here and listen to your philanderin' talk she answered reso lutely, and twitching her dress from his grasp she entered tho house. But the Professor's hand was upon the latch.. Like most little women, the widow was a curious mixture of timid ity and courage. She flung the door open. 'Don't you dare to come In I' she cried. 'IU throw hot water on you! I'll-Ill kill you! Then, slamming the door in his face, she bolted it se curely. All the evening the Professor paced up ve oi ti ( 81 po Th noia the c Phlox and awa. lock-up. Mrs. Appu night; she ima, was wide awake and long before dayi solved to sell her homo bank stock and move we& my romance she groane. always been romantic, and wa. romance such as I've read about I've had one About 8 o'clock in morning there came a lively rap at th kitchen door, and. unstrung by excite ment and loss of sleep, she shrieked aloud. 'Only me ; only Deacon Bliss cried a pleasant voice through the keyhole. Mrs. Appledoro slid back the bolt with trembling fingers. 'How thank ful I am she said holding out her hand; 'I feel so in need of somebody Twas rortmet I come along jes as I did then said the Deacon, taking off his straw hat and slowly rubbing his face with bis ample bandana. It was a snrewa tnougn benevolent face, framed in waves of iron-gray hair. 'I see ye look kinder peaked. The weath er has been tryin'. I've felt it myself, an ached in my jlnts the wust way.' It's my soul, Deacon wailed the widow, dropping Into a chair and cov ering her face with her aporn. 'I've always hankered after a romance an' I've had one, an I wish I was dead and laid beside Caleb Oh, no ye don't Miss Appledore said the Deacsn in the caressing tone in which he would address a sobbing child. 'This world's a pooty good place, an', with a few exceptions, folks are pooty good. I come over to fetch a few sweetin's, and to tell you thet that there offer I made ye a spell ago holds good yet. I rally wish ye'd, consider it again.' Mrs. Appledore remained silent be hind her apron. Ef ye'd have me repeated the Dea con, in a low voice. 'I know 1 ain't half good 'nuff and thet I'm kind uv an old fellow, but I've got a comf 'able place an' comf'able things in it and I've been sot on ye this long spell, as ye knows. 1 dare say I was 'tached to Lucy tnore'jn I shall ever be to anybody r-in. We "sort uv rrowed tece'her IIIol but n dli.vcu cr.J Oi-lvbi-rra. hn nio sirs. AppiMore ma not rorcL apron, and after a pause the Deacou falteringly continued: 'I s'pose 'taint no use to argy. Foiks has tlipir own idees of such things; but anyways I'll stand yer friend The widow rubbed her ayes and slowly let fall her apron. 'I've always had the greatest esteem for you,' she said, with a little shake iu ' her voice, but I never knew how good how much I think of you. I will I ' The Deacon started up, .Will ye?' Mrs. Appledore had taken refuge iu her apron. Will ye really, Rosetta?' he repeated. Ths bowed head covered in the blue gingham nodded. Ye shan't regret it said the Dea-' con, solemnly and awkwardly laying his big hand, coarsened by labor, on her shoulder. 'Lord bleaa the little woman an' our home. Our home, he spoke softly as if to himself. In about a fortnight Dr. Ollapod at tended a quiet wedding. 'You've had a ro-mance at last, llosetta. I might better say two of 'em whispered Mrs. Phlox, as she gave the bride a sisterly kiss. 'The adoration of the Professor was like things in a novel book, but marryin' a man whose goodness and farm can't be paralleled in the county is a romance that has sense in it, an' I wish you joy Our Continent. Suddenly Weakened. "I suffered with rheumatism of the back and hip for a number of years," said Mr. Thomas Morgan, Superinten dent of Streets. MI was waited on by physicians, but they gave no perma nent relief, and I resolved to try St. Jacobs Oil. My rheimatism weaken ed at the first attack of its great enemy, St. Jacobs Oil, and soon I was well. Cincinnati Times-Star, The Princess Louise is expected to return to Canada this month and to spend the summer there. With Lord Lome, in September she will visit British Columbia. Mr. Michael Kobbett, 77, Sargent street, Cahoes, N. Y., was ciyed of a very severely injured knee by St. Jacobs Oil, says the Rochester, N. Y., Sunday Herald. The Pope lately performed the mar riage ceremony in the Vatican for a handsome young neic?, Anna Pecci. A Long Snooze. Rip Tan Winkle slept a ?ood while, ret bad Lis sleep occurred about 0 years ago, when Downs' Elixir first attained its reputation, on awaking he would have been able to recognize this friend ot theadlicted.and mlfrhthtTetnken another twenty years' nap, and waked op to find Downs' Elixir at the end of half a century the most popular and the best Coujrh Kerned known. Also Baxter's Bitten for Bilious dis eases, not so old, bat good. It is the opinion of Lieutenant Dan enhower that Lieut. DeLong and his comrades landed near inhabited settle ments, but were misdirected by inac curate charts to the wilderness where they perished. -v cuuor ot 1 how an artUt tr. j nave accepted your klni. ,ou In your new quarters with p- . irils had not my old enemy, Mr. Kheu pounced on mo so suddenly. He arrived Friday, and, without stopplnt? to send up his rd, rushed in and gruFpod me by the hand with such a grip that lu a few hours my hand and wrist were 10 badly swollen and .ulnful thut I felt as though one of Mr. Hatch's coal teams had run over me. Mr. Rheumatism lias been a constant visitor of mine for several years ; he always swells and put on a great many airs, making himself at home, devouring my ub Ftance and leaving mo poor In tlchh and pocket. I -11st winter be came and ttayed two months. I then decided that the next time he came I would change his diet. 1 was eomewhat at a loss what to feed him with, but finully concluded to glvo him three aquaro meals a day of St. Jacobs Oil morning, noon and night. This faro ho is dis gusted with, and is packing tip his truuk and will leave by to-morrow or next day: Kays he cannot stop any longer, as he hus proving business else where. 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V V .,,,1 Trrl , (. H VV. ;1 wZmim ir! ZitJl?' L.TK irXLVni f. ... ' . Bt. 1svnn, Mo.. i giB eoior t th blood, tUsTMroi healthful ton to th diffttUo orffmn md iervM sten,M4sMf(7 it appUoaU to General Debility, of Appe tite. 1'roMtMtLvn. t Vital Power srftto JtHjyotence.l UANUMCIUREDBYTim MRTf.r. ' 1 " 1 kT l" f 7 ini incejriuiiiiji vt uuiiu .ii jcia 1 M I 17 ' withing a lUoroug'u Uisii:-4 I J I Hilucatiou should enquire of the buci iSl '"A' mrD of UtfO't lit-re it can bet? sVAri rV", V- t.a.t Cellejiooor mailed fro. - ft I0LMM ,J FJnf?nC. I I ",J7. J ' errooj roeirauon, r emaie uusuei, tiysoenala. and an (ma CBTertshwIconrtlUoacf the blood, this peerlers remedy, has la my bands, maJe somewonderfnl "urea, ases that hare baffled some of our moat eminent physicians, have yielded to this great and Jneomnarl able remedy. I prescribe it la reference to any Iran prepaxaUon made. In fart tueoa ionv pLujtd ssi Da. UAMTXJt's iMOX Tonic ft a necMwlty la rny practice Vm. JiOBJiBt 8AM L'fX 4 bore Is an exact portrait ot MRS. SARAH J. VAN BUREN, DISCOVERER OF LADIES' TONIC A preparation which is vnequaied for Purifying the fioo.i ami Toning Up the Female System, 7jAttK8 Towio is prepared br Mra. Van Bureu. at 1-ft 'ranklni M , ItuiTalo, . Y., and has beou u-vd rucwWiiily l.y litdies f or j ears. It is a sure an e for ail I'cmulo Complaint. Low Fever, Aj?u-Scrtjf-.i;a, fci lc Headache, and a1 wealine C!iu-d by thKt irregnlttritiea which are so com m.ja to womankind. Thmlinoi'urnl Hedicinr, but in prcpait d by Mrs. Van lUiren after yen. of experience-, and rHCommended by her, a.sl1. If uorvH it Will pivo new lifo toany brolriu-dn. ..-ji ii-outcroTer-worked niembtr of ber .. Wivts isD Iloramia wed somttthiiiff to .3r 5(.?i;ra in hold.-' r own Und .v tw- iu( t .1 rvbfc ;t is - f.wta.iMyd.T.fe'nc .au'.Pv w.n bu-x t t . ji let..-..- -,.; !.., , ',v;ula.-S. PAT K, .LsuuANK.Sollcitorvrra4aats,Waahloston.t: UT gnd for Ctraus o.. SPRING FEVER At this season every body feels weak and out of sorts, because the sys tem is run down, and the blood weakened. This condition is dangerous, because of the liability to contract serious dis ease at a time when nature is less liable to throw it off; and an ef fective remedy, such as Brown's Iron Bitters, shouldbepromptlyused. This non-alcoholic, true tonic is uncqualcd as a preventive as well as curative medicine. Brown's Iron Bittirs imparts tone and strength to the muscles, makes the blood rich, clears the complexion, and by revitalizing the whole system, gives it a good foun dation to withstand the strain of a change of season. Brown's Iron Bitters is beyond question the best medicine made for all diseases requiring a tonic, such as Dyspepsia, Indigestion, Weakness, Malaria, &c. For sale by all druggists. ( A. combination of Pt w tnnitteof lrfmfieruviaH liarkand Phtmphorua in llm tlmtaU form. Th mtf prpamtlon rif iron 1 nm aeriM ne vtarjten IAS teetA.se ettaraeterUticof 1 ' - ,1Ki aoi'io n my praUce, and la an exrtri?n ol iuuuu HTiuiun hito toe reaaiia uiat i. II Not. Sfith, mw rteatkM. Slot WaH ATenwc, WEn'r.lNr. CO.. 21 K. MAIX ST' iTlOU' . ARTEa S