Who hasn't heard of the good old Deaeon in America, and his idea of how a chaise should be* built so as to run for ever with out repairs ? I dare say we all have, yet he hasn't quite gone stale yet; He said, you remomber, that the reason, chaises broke down and didn't wear out * was that there was always a weakest spot somewhere about them. Now, said the Deacon, the way to fix it is to make that spot as strong as the rest. Then the vehicle might wear out, but couldn't break down." He built a chaise on that principle; it never broke down ; it ran a hundred years exactly, and then one day it wont to pieces all at once; all at once and nothing first, just as bubbles do when they burst. It's time was come ; for, as the man said who once told the story in rhyme, " little of all we value here, wakes on tlxe mora of its hundredth year, without both feeling! and looking queer." Yes, and long before that time most of us begin to look and feel queer.. And 4t's all on account of that weak spot, too. If it wasn't for that wo should be like the Deacon's chaise —we should run till we wear out. As it is we break.down on the road, often beyond repair. But not always. Otherwise a certain man could never have used these words. " I feet as smaiit to-day as I did thirty years ago." His in his own words, runs this way : V " From my youth I was never properly . well. I had a bad taste in the mouth and pain after eating. Often I couldn't touch food when it was sot before mj. I felt a gnawing at the stomach and a tightness at the chest and sides. Sometimes my bowels were so swollen I had to loose my clothes. I had violent pains in my head for days together. This continued for years and years. About thirty years ago I began to have rheumatic pains all over me, especi ally in the back and legs. I got so bad I couldn't walk without a stick, and on my way to and from my work I had to sit down and rest.
