FOUNTAINS IN PLAY.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 23, 5 October 1894, Page 29

FOUNTAINS IN PLAY.

Who doesn't enjoy looking at a fountain in play 1 The bright water leaps into the air as though it were a living conscious thing. Then at the summit of its arch it is shattered into spray by the wind, or wafted to and fro like the skirts of a dancing girl. And all the while the roar of its rush and the tinkling melody of its fall fill the air. This is water having a good time— water in high spirits. What makes it jump, sing, and laugh in that fashion ? Wait a bit. If yon 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.

Uuder date of March 16th, 1782, a lady writes that for twenty years she always felt low-Bpirited. Now, what is meant by " spirits " in this sense is a condition of the mind in respect of our being cheerful, happy, enjoying our surroundings, taking delight in all sorts of minor matters, and, in a word, making th§ most of life ourselves and helping others to make the most of it. Well, then, it is both a glorious pnd a profitable thing to be always in good spirits ; I wish I could be myself.

But I can't ; anyhow I'm not. Neither is anybody. Yet why not ? Wbat makes our hearts sink down liko 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 skin was a sallow colour, and I had great pain at the back and shoulders. " My appetite w.s poor, I had a bad taste in the month, 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, I 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 Segiel's Syrup, and commenced taking it. In less than a month all my pam and distress ceased, and I have since bsen in good health. I keep a bottle of the Byrup in the house as a family medicine, and by taking an occasional dose have needed no dodor.

I may mention that my aunt, who lives it West Wycombe, Bucks, was affl ced with indieestion and dyspepsia, She states that in her opinion Mother Seigel's Syrup has been the means of saving her life. You are at liberty to use this statement as you may see fie. Yours truly (Signed) Mrt Harriett Cutler, Burton House, 33, Kenmure road, Hack ey, London.

No philosopher has yet been able to say what is the exact relation of the micd to the body. This much, however experience constantly assures us of; that it is very intimate and that the condition of the mental faculues depends upon that of the body. As birds sing when the sun shines, and are dumb in the dark, co the spirits and mental powers rise and express themselves when w« are in health, and are dull and torpid when the body is under the weight of pain and disease. And to kaow that is to know all we require to act upon.

Everything, money, influence, and every form of success, depends so largely upoj 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 for each a long aDd weary period — indigestion and dyspepsia— the ailment cured (when the doctors ar« done with their fruitless experiments) by Mother Saigel's Curative Syrup, The fountains play only when the water is forced powerfully through their pipes by gravity or by machinery. Sj the spirits are free and slastic only when the organs within us act without hindrance or obstruction.