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would havo you do — keep away from San Francisco 

 and the big: fair for the reason she sets forth. You 

 will miss a big treat if you do. Come by all means 

 during the year and see the fair. And if you come, 

 be sure to visit me — better, be my guest during your 

 visit. Mrs. Pryal and myself would be glad to have 

 you and yours visit us. We have plenty of room in 

 our fine new home, and we think we can make it 

 pleasant for you. And it will give me pleasure to 

 show you about, as we have a touring car and cnu 

 get around in a very satisfactory manner. It was 

 my pleasure, some sixteen years ago, to drive Mr. 



and Mrs. Thos. Wm. Cowan about this city and 

 suburbs to see the sights. Let it be mine, too, to 

 sliow you about this beautiful country. 



Oakland, Cal., Jan. 11. W. A. T'uvaIj. 



Many thanks, my good friend P.. for the 

 facts given us, and also for your M'ly kind 

 invitation ; but Mrs. Root and 1 are getting 

 rather old to take in expositions as we once 

 (lid. 



MEALTM NOTE! 



CANCER — CAN IT BE CURED BY DIETING, ETC. ? 



The following is from a friend whose 

 wife died of malignant cancer, and who 

 himself was beyond the reach of treatment 

 ordinarily given by our best physicians. 

 The letter, as you will notice, was written 

 five years after he began dieting, daily 

 bathing, exercising, etc. As you will see. 

 there has been considerable criticism of T. 

 B. Terry's claims, and I am glad to see him 

 vindicated. And I am also glad of the 

 valuable hints given, especially since the\ 

 come from one who has been for long years 

 a successful practicing physician. 



" ALONE WITH GOD." 



You may remember my writing to you shortly after 

 your publication of a letter in your department of 

 Gneaxixgs from a " friend " whose name was with- 

 held, who had treated successfully a lady afflicted 

 with cancer of the breast without surgery or drugs. 

 I asked his name and address. I was not surprised 

 when you referred me to Mr. Terry. You also men- 

 tioned that you had been severely criticised for the 

 publication of that letter. Now, Bro. Root, I am of 

 the opinion that your critics should be criticised, for 

 you did the right thing in allowing that letter a 

 place in your magazine. I for one am extremely 

 thankful to you for publishing it. Had it not been 

 for that letter, I myself might have been numbered 

 with those who have succumbed to cancer. I wrote 

 to Mr. Terry, and he gave me his opinion, and some 

 special advice. I was a tea and coflfee drinker, a 

 " tea drunkard," using about a pound of tea each 

 month. Well, I went to doctoring myself with medi- 

 cines, ointments, etc., and at the end of a year I 

 was no better but much worse in every way. I 

 had grown so desperate in my failure to find relief 

 that I was ready for a surgical operation, but hesi- 

 tated to use the knife. Then I made arrangements 

 10 go to a cancer specialist who used a killing plaster 

 in taking them out. I still felt in doubt. I was 

 " alone with God," and I had been much of the 

 time since my companion was taken. I took the 

 matter up with him most earnestly, and finally de- 

 cided to get back to nature, and give her a chance. 

 That was five years ago this month. I abandoned 

 tea and coffee and all stimulants, pork, and all rich 

 greasy foods, getting right down to the Terry diet 

 as nearly as possible, only two meals a day. I had 

 been eating three meals before, giving up medicines 

 of all kinds, and, later on, sugar and salt in or on 

 my food, using a little honey, and a little milk and 

 rream. By the middle of July I had lost 30 lbs. of 

 flesh, and was so weak I could with difficulty get 

 about home with a cane. 



I had taken up with the dieting a thorough course 

 of hydropathic treatment, daily baths, internal and 

 external, with hot fomentations for half an hour or 

 longer over the cancerous places. This water treat- 

 ment I kept up for a whole year, not missing a day. 



By the middle of September I began to feel I was 

 gaining. I was not so nervous, but more cheerful. 

 My cancers were not so troublesome and sensitive. 

 Well, to make a long story short I will say my can- 

 cers gradually were absorbed and disappeared, so 

 there is at present no sign of them left — only a little 

 sensitiveness sometimes over the places. My piles 

 also disappeared by magic, and give no trouble. I 

 am full of hope and life, like a boy, though perhaps 

 more serious, for I am constantly " alone with God." 

 So now, Bro. Root, don't blame yourself for having 

 been so foolish, as some thought you were, for pub- 

 li.shing Mr. Terry's letter. 



I am " alone with God," Bro. Root, in other ways 

 than material distance from many of my fellow be- 

 ings. I'm separated from them in thought and hab- 

 its of life. I cannot go over to them, to my old 

 thoughts and habits of living, and they are slow in 

 accepting my ideas or ways of doing. For instance, 

 I called on a neighbor and found him sick in bed 

 with a cold. He had been taking calomel and other 

 " doctor's stuff." He asked me what I " took " when 

 I got a cold. His idea was on medicines of some 

 kind that would chase the "cold" out of the body, 

 as you would chase the chickens or pigs out of your 

 gai'den. I told him, " I take a fast, an injection, a 

 good bath, go to bed, and let nature do the rest." 

 That plan did not suit his ideas. I seldom go out 

 to dine with a neighbor, for I cannot go back to my 

 old dietary habits without danger of recurrence of 

 some or all of my old ailments. If any thing is 

 offered me to eat it is almost sure to contain salt in 

 excess, and hogs' fat, both of which are bad for me. 

 I'm urged to have a cup of coffee. " It don't hurt 

 you." So I'm very much " alone with God " and 

 his hand-maiden Nature. 



Alone with God when I am weak; 

 Alone with God — his strength I seek; 

 Alone with God — for him I long — 

 Alone with God — he makes me strong. 



Alone with God, I flee for rest; 

 Alone with God when evil pressed; 

 Alone with God I love to be; 

 .\lone with God — he comforts me. 



Alone with God, I struggle on; 

 .Alone with God to gain my crown; 

 Alone with God — he takes my hand ; 

 Alone with God to heavenly land. 



.Alone with God, no human near; 

 Alone with God, no one to fear; 

 -Alone with God I love to be; 

 .Alone with God — he comforts me. 

 iMentone, Ala. Dr. C. F. Tarker. 



