Fountains in Play.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 5057, 17 September 1894, Page 4

Fountains in Play.

♦ Who doesn't enjoy looking at a fountain in play P The bright water leaps into the air as though it were a living, conscious thing. Then at the summit bf its arch it is shattered into spray by the wind, or wafted to and fro like the Bkirts of a dancing girl. And all the while the roar of its rush and the tinkling melody of its fall fill the air, Thiß is water haviug a good time— water in high spirits. What makes 'ifc jump, sing and laugh in that fashion ? Wait a bi .. If you please, we will have the explanation later on. Perhaps you know already ; perhaps not. It isn't so easy to know things from the bottom. Under date of . Marcb 16, 1892, a lady writes that for twenty years she always felt low spirited. Now, what is meant by ". spirits" in this senee iB a condition of the mind in respect of our being cheerful, happy, en joying our surroundings, taking delight in all eorts of minor matters, and, in a word, making the most of life ourselves and helping others to make the most of it. Well, then, it is both a glorious and a profitable thing to be always in good spirits ; I wish 1 could be myself. •; But I can't ; anyhow I'm not. Neither ij_ anybody. Yet why not ? What makes pur hearts sink down like plummet, and then rise like a cork ? . Before we answer let us read the rest of the letter. The writer says : " For twenty years I have suffered from liver complaint and indigestion. I was constantly tired, weak and languid. My ekin was a sallow colour, and I had great pain at the back and shoulders; "Miy appetite was poor, I had a bad taete in the mouth, and much pain and weight at the chest after eating. I was also frequently sick, throwing up a sour, frothy fluid. . I took different kinds of medicine, but none of them gave me relief, and I got weaker and weaker. "In March, 1884, 1 became so bad that I called a doctor, who attended me off and on for twelve months. He gave me medicines but I grew no better, as nothing he prescribed seemed to reach my complaint. About this time I heard of Mother Siegel's Syrup, and commenced taking it. In less than a month all my pain and distress ceaaed, and I have Bince been in good health. I keep a bottle of the Syrup in the bouse as a family medicine, and by taking an occasional dose have needed no dootor. "I may mention that my aunt, who lives at West Wycombe, Bucks, was afflicted with indigestion and dyspepsia. She states that in her opinion Mother Seigel's Syrup has been the means of saving her life. You are atliberty to use this statement as you may see fit. Yours truly, (Signed) Mrs Harriet Cutler, Burton Houee, 83/ Kehmure Eoad, Hackney, London." No philosopher has yet been able to say what is the exact relation of the mind tD the body. This" much, however, experience constantly assures of : That it is very intimate, and that the condition of the mental faculties depends upon that ofthe' body. As birds sing when the sun shines, and are dumb in the dark, so the spirits and mental powers rise and express themselves when we are in health, and are dull and torpid when the body is undor th« weight of pain and disease. And to know that is to know all we require to act upon. Everything, money, influence, and every form of success depends so largely upon health that by universal consent we don't expect good service from those who are ill. And illness, nine times in ten, means precisely what Mrs Cutler suffered from such a long and weary period — indigestion and dyspepsia— the ailment cured (when the doctors are done with their fruitless experiments) by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. The fountains play only when the water is forced powerfully through their pipes by gravity or by machinery. So the spirit] aro free and elastic only when the organs within us ait without hindrance or obstruction.