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right clown to it ? Dr. Miller says if you will 

 punch a hole in the bottom of a drinking-cup 

 it will not be carried off. Just think of oblig- 

 ing everybody to stoop over, while he slakes 

 his thirst, to keep this si ream of water away 

 from his clothes and polished boots, just be- 

 cause of this very custom of carrying off the 

 cup ! Borrowing tools and keeping them is 

 along in the same line. There are few things 

 that make me so much care and worry as to 

 look after our gardening-tools, especially in 

 seeing that they are brought home. A near 

 neighbor, and a good man — at least I call him 

 so — borrowed my scraper last fall. I inquired 

 about it several times, and gave orders to 

 have it put away in our dry toolhouse; but in 

 spite of me it has been out of doors all winter. 

 Is this world too full of cares to permit any- 

 body to look after every thing, especially these 

 little things? Well, most people manage to 

 find time to look after things that seriously 

 interfere with their oivn comfort and happi- 

 ness; but how many of us look after the things 

 concerning the comfort and happiness of our 

 friends and neighbors just as well ? 



Now, there are a great many paupers in this 

 world, but there are very fezv princes ; but I 

 honestly believe there ought to be more. 

 There ought to be more girls and women who 

 are ready to say, with honest pride, " I am one 

 of the King's Daughters;" and then there 

 ought to be more men and boys who are ready 

 to say with equally honest pride, "I am one 

 of the King's Sons." If anybody asks you 

 what king, tell him the King that came into 

 this world, not to be waited on, but to be a 

 servant. Pilate said unto Jesus, "Art thou a 

 king?" Jesus answered, "lama king. To 

 this end was I born, and for this cause came I 

 into the world, that I might bear witness unto 

 the truth." The world may not recognize 

 us ; but, never mind ; neither did it recognize 

 the King of glory when he passed all about 

 among humanity. When we are prompted to 

 be selfish, and tempted to do that which is 

 wrong and beneath the character of a prince, 

 let us say in our hearts if not aloud, "No, I 

 am a prince — the son of a King." We are told 

 to beware of pride ; but here is a place where a 

 little more pride would do us good. 



And now may be these words will strike 

 somebody who has charge of a lot of men ; or 

 a teacher who has under his care a lot of chil- 

 dren ; or a minister who looks after and sets 

 an example before a lot of people. Shall we 

 not, each and all, remember every little while 

 to (at least mentally) change positions with 

 those under us? " As ye would that men 

 should do unto you, do ye even so unto them." 



ANOTHER SIDE TO "LEAVES OF HEADING. " 

 A subscriber sends us the following, clipped 

 from the Chicago Interior : 



The death of Mr. Henry Walter Imler, of Fremont, 

 Ohio, is a pathetic instance of the illusions which 

 Dowie practices upon good and faithful men. Mr. 

 Imler was a worthy member of our church in Fremont. 

 He was smitten with cancer, a disease which is mark- 

 ed by medical charlatans as the one which offers the 

 largest possibilities for fraud and financial bleeding. 

 Mr. Imler was induced to submit himself to Dowie, 



who seems to know enough about palliative medica- 

 tion for his purpose ; he persuaded Mr. Imler that he 

 had effected a cure, and tilled pages of his publication 

 in heralding the case. Thus having both lined his 

 pockets and obtained the means for inducing others, 

 Dowie sent Mr. Imler home to die. It is no reflection 

 upon Mr. Imler's memory that he fell a victim to such 

 delusion. For all like cases unprincipled practition- 

 ers or pretenders lie in wait, and it is not in hopeful 

 human nature to lend a deaf ear to assurances under 

 such circumstances. 



SOMETHING MORE ABOUT GRIP, ETC. 



In another column I have told you of the 

 trouble we had in finding out what the matter 

 was with the steam-pipes, that they would not 

 heat up. In a large factory where there is 

 much machinery and complications of pipes, 

 wires, etc., a great many times there are trou- 

 bles that are hard to find. A great many peo- 

 ple give up, and say, " Well, I do not know 

 just what is the matter with the thing. If 

 somebody else can fix it, I wish he would do 

 so." And somebody has to do it. Some- 

 times it takes a good while, and takes lots of 

 money. But the person who ferrets out the 

 mischief, and corrects it, gets a feather in his 

 cap, so to speak. We often read in the papers 

 about detectives, how they work and study 

 and follow each little clew. Well, I have been 

 somew T hat of a detective along this line all my 

 life; but instead of following criminals, mine 

 has been a pleasanter work, for I have follow- 

 ed Dame Nature, and wrested from her her se- 

 crets. Dame Nature I love, and I believe she 

 loves me; for she has always rewarded me for 

 my time and pains, sooner or later. I found 

 out why the pipes did not get hot, but I fear 

 some of my friends suffered grievously from 

 the cold, as it took me so long to get at the 

 mischief. When I was telling Mrs. Root 

 about it, and describing to her the way we 

 drenched the poor pipes with the boiling wa- 

 ter, and then smoked them up with a kerosene 

 torch, etc., she said it made one think of the 

 way the doctors sometimes use powerful med- 

 icines, and even resort to surgery, while the 

 real mischief is perhaps away off in another 

 part of the body. 



I told you about my tussles with the grip. 

 By applications of hot water my teeth got well 

 and sound, and the pain in my ear went near- 

 ly all away. But after the zero weather was 

 passed, and it began to be wet and rainy once 

 more, I caught cold again, and this time it 

 centered in the calf of my right leg. I limped 

 around for a few days, and then gave up try- 

 ing to walk; pretty soon the pain became so 

 severe that I had to lie down. The contrary 

 thing would not even permit me to sit up in 

 bed. Unless I lay flat on my back, with my 

 leg in an easy position, the pain was almost 

 unbearable. It was a curious thing and I be- 

 gan to study it. I tried all sorts of liniments, 

 tried brisk rubbing, but none of these things 

 did a particle of good. Electricity gave relief 



