"My food seemed to givo rao no strength, ' .says one of this army of unfor tunates, " and as the hopeless, starving days, passed slowly by I grow weaker and weaker, By-and-by my legs trembled and bent under mw, and I could no longer get about

" The ailme-it winch rod need me to i his fearful condition began in the spring of 1892. At. first I hardly recognised it f<>r what we. enwimonly call a disease. I felt tired, heavy, and languid, as one often does on the approach of warm weathor. I fancied it would pass away, but it did not I lo3t my appetite, and only ato from habit itnd to keop mo goin?. T had no pleasure in it, and no warmth oe glow followed ii". nss happens always when one is well. No matter how li^ht and simplo Iho repast was, or how careful I had been to select things that would not be apt to hurt me, the result was the same. No sooner hid I swallowed it than my stomach was distressed, and my chest and sides full of pain. If you will allow me so to put it, my food appeared to strike hack at me, as though I had no right to use it.
" There was a nasty bitter flavour in my mouth, more or le3S houdache, and a kind of neivonsness, which was new in my experience, as it was depressing and cheerless.
" Home remedies failing to help me, I consulted a doctor, but hii prescriptions benefit ted me no more than our domestic medicines had done. My flash and strength grew les3, and I felt like one who has missed his way and looks in vain for a guide to point the road home.
