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| Thare was no better speaker in the class than he, and the first prize in‘ orâ€" â€"â€"â€"atory was sure to fall on him. There was no quicker or more logical thinker in debate. The big Dobell prize was conceded to him in advance. So far as essays were concerned no one hoped to surpass him. In class standing it had long been known that he was first. So Parmenter went to New York. Some of Professor Lee‘s enthusiastic admirers among the alumni there had chartered an excursion. steamer to go down the bay, meet the incoming ocean vessel, take the professor and A private letter from Professor Lee had communicated the news, joyful to all his friends at the college, that Charlâ€"y would return fully restored to health and strength, wholly free from his old weaknesses, ready to take up his work where he had left it off, and earnest in his desire to reach up to the measure of sterling manhood. Parmenter smiled a little, and said, quietly, "Don‘t fret, Rob. I want to see the Professor and Charley when they land ; but I shall be back here alright on Wednesday morning and all ready." There was another thing that was going to happen.‘ "Sammy Lee" was coming home. He and his wife and ‘Charley had already set sail for Amerâ€" mhey woufi' reach New York on Tuesday of Commencementâ€"week,â€"and be at home on Wednesday morning for the Commencement exercises. A small party went down to New ‘York from the college on Monday night to meet the Lees when they should land, and escort them home. Parmenter was among the number. When his friend Robinson heard that he was going, he said to him with great earnestness : "Why, EFred, you‘re crazy ! You can‘t get back here till Tuesday at midâ€" night, at the very best ; and how can you expect to go on the stage on Wedâ€" nesday morning all broken up with the journey, and be a credit to yourself and your friends 1 For your own sake, or for the sake of your class, you ought not to do it. _ With all due defâ€" erence to Sammy Lee, I repeat that you‘re crazy." Robinson paced the floor in a high state of indignation, forgetting in his unselfish zeal for his friend‘s success, that he wa;;‘)fmself a competitor for the same hgnors. "There‘s only one thing that will give any of the rest of us a chance," said Robinson, banteringly, "and that is for you to get into a cane rush and break your collarâ€"bone again ; and if you could manage to fracture two or three ribs while you‘re about it, you would confer a lasting debt of gratiâ€" tude on your disconsolate classmates." Commencement Day was sure to be a great day, and a succession of triâ€" umphs for Parmenter. Two years went by, and Commenceâ€" ment was at hand again. Parmenter‘s class was to graduate, and Parmenter himself was to have the valedictory. All deemed it certain that he would carry off the lion‘s share of the honors on Commencement day. Parmenter perceived at last that such an offence as his could be explainâ€" ed and apologized for only in person. Written lines were wholly inadequate. It needed the voice, the eyes, the spirâ€" it breathing through the words to make them effective. He knew now that his coufession and plea must ewait Professor Lee‘s return. Now and then he heard indirectly Now and then he heard indirectly from the travellers. _ They had been in Berlin, in Vienna, M scow, St. Petersâ€" burg, Copenhagen. The next winter they wrote from Florence, and afterâ€" ward they journeyed through the Holy Land. Charley was gaining every day in health and strength ; still they were not ready to return. Parmeater waited with all patience and in all hope. . He devoted himâ€" self to is studies : he worked at his college tasks with the strength and earnestness of an enthusiast. He reâ€" gained his former position in the class His old, cordial manner came back to him. He was once more a favorite and leader among his fellowâ€"students. The experiences, the follies, the reâ€" morse, the suffering, the suffering of that second college year had turned the channel o% his life and thought, and he stood on the threshold of a broad, earnest and sincere manhood. He tore it up and wrote another, but with no better success. He tried to write to Charley, but his heart and courage gave out in doing that. Ho knew that such desperate illnesses as Charley‘s sometimes washed the soul clear and the mind free of everything that had stained and clogged it. _ Charâ€" ley might no longer feel any need for his friendship. Parmenter went back from New York to his home, and spent a night writing a letter to Professor Lee, which was tolreach him at Paris. When it was finished the young man read it over, and threw it from him in disgust. It sounded tame, formal, insincere. He felt that such a letter would fail of its mission. WEISPERING TONGUES. A STORY OF COLLEGE LIFE BX MOMER GEEENE. The Welcome Home. CHarprEer VII top of his voice. Then he called his After a few minutes one of the upâ€" per guardâ€"rails was cleared, for a little space, of all the human figures, save one. . That one, no one who knew him could fail to distinguish as "Sammy Lee." He stood, with bared head, waving his hat in one hand and kis handkerchief in the other, and appar. ently shouting some response at the When the people on the big steamâ€" er realized that the demonstration was for some of their number, they crowdâ€" ed to the side of the vessel and waved handkerchiefs and hats. _ There was a brass band on the boat, and a brass cannon ; and lest these should not meet the anticipated deâ€" mand for noise, every person on board was supplied with a college fishâ€"horn. It was peculiarly a college boys‘ reâ€" ception. Human throats vied with brass instruments, with booming canâ€" non and the glare of horns in proclaimâ€" ing welcome to the travellers. The ocean vessel had been sighted late in the morning, and the excursion steaimer, with more than a hundred enthusiastic men and women on board, was pulling rapidly down to meet her. The listle boat was gay with buntâ€" ing. Flage and banners floated from every pole and post. _A great streamâ€" er at the bow bore the name of "Conâ€" cord," and another at the stern disâ€" played the college cry. But the party failed to reach quarâ€" antine in time. They had hardly got below Governor‘s Island when the black hull of the vessel loomed up on the smoky horizon, bearing up the bay toward them. Ten minutes later the two steamers, big and little, were directly opposite, though at some distâ€" ance from each other. Then the reâ€" ception began. Commencement day dawned bright and beautiful. It always did. No one had ever known a rainy Commence ment day at Old Concord ; and the day was just as beautiful in New York Bay as it was in the college city. "I understand you, my dear fellow," he said quietly. "You are right. Come, let‘s telegraph up to them that we‘ll not be there. _ Then we‘ll go back to town.‘ "I wronged Professor Lee !" interâ€" rupted Parmenter, hotly. "I wronged him terribly. I contributed my share, and it wasn‘t a small one, to his son‘s disgrace, and I‘ve never said to him one word of contrition, of repentance, or regret. It‘s too late to make them any adequate reparation when they land, to acknowle«ige my fault to him of my grief and humility, and ask him to try me again and prove me that I am wiser and juster than I was. Now tell me, professor, isn‘t that the least that I can do and have any semblance of a man about me ?" Parmenter had risen in his exciteâ€" ment, and stood with flashing eyes, flushed face and heaving breast. â€" Delâ€" avan went up to him and took both his hands. Then Parmenter awoke. _ "Look here, profesâ€"or !" he said warmly. "I I have been waiting for this meeting for two years. I have thought of it night and day. The hops that it may not be wholly [fruitless has kept me from disgrace and despair. Do you suppose that a petty prize or the gratiâ€" fication of a selfish ambition would be enough to set me running like a cowâ€" ard from it now ?" ‘"Why,. Parmenter, I Ididn‘t know that youâ€"Iâ€"" "Parmenter," he said. "what does this mean 1 Surely you are not going to let the honors of Commencement day slip by you in order to meet Proâ€" fesâ€"or Lee and Charley as they land ! I know something of what has passed between you that this action is certainâ€" ly uncalled for. Pardon me, my dear boy, but it‘s foolish !" He had started to his feet and was moving toward the door. Parmenter sat still. "I‘m not going up toâ€"night, either," he said, quietly. Delavan turned back in amazement. "But, my dear man," he exclaimed, "toâ€"morrow morning is Commencement! You‘re on the Commencement stage !" ‘Yes, I know. I shall .not be there." The young professor came back into the room and sat â€"down. "Why, man !‘ he exclaimed. "What are you thinking of 1 You have bareâ€" ly time to get to the Grand Central Station before the last train goes out. Come, I‘ll go to the station with you, but I won‘t go up toâ€"night, I‘m not needed at the college, and I‘ll wait for Professor Lee." He pulled out his watch, glanced at it, and turned round to Parmenter in surprise ies The party of undergraduates and alumni that had gathered at the oftfice on the pier dwindled slowly as the afternoon slipped by, until at last only Parmenter and Delavan were left. Delavan had stepped from the place of tutor to a professor‘s chair ; he filled it most worthily. his family off at quarantine, and give them such a welcome home as they would not soon forget. Invisations were sent to all the old Concora boys and their families to acâ€" company the party, and quick messages were to notify them to hasten to tha pier of the excursion boat as soon as the incoming vessel should be sighted. But Tuesday morning went by and no call came. Nvon passed, and the steamer had not yet been heard from. "Gentlemen, there were men on that vessel who are worth millions There were high dignitaries of Church and State on board. Yetâ€" T, poor as & ohurchâ€"mouse, not known beyond the cirels of my own pupilsâ€"I, for my own sake, for the sake of the dear ones who are with me, for the sake of the grand old college which I have the honor to represent, have commanded such a reception toâ€"day as those men with their combined wealth, power and influence couldn‘t buy, force or borrow for a single moment ! "‘This morning," he said, "with my wife and son, I was looking over my baggage preparatory to meeting the customs officers. Happening to look out on the bay I saw your boat with its flags and bunting, its college motâ€" toes, its college colors, and its decks dark with people. _ I could not believe my eyes. I dared not speak of it to my wife and son. I stole away to go on deck and assure myself. Then I heard a great cry of Sammy Leet and I said to myself, ‘Sammy, it‘s you they‘re afterâ€"sure.‘ So I ran down and called to Mrs. Lee and Charley. ‘Ceme,‘ I said ; ‘come on deck quick ! Let the baggage gou ! ‘ let the customâ€" house officials go ! let everything go. The boys are here to welcome us home." He bad never spoken better in his lifeâ€"never more earnest, never more joyously. His magnificent reception had warmed his heart and filled it to overflowing with gratitude and enthusâ€" iasm. â€" He told briefly of his travels, and of the pleasure that he felt in his return home. The first time Professor Lee interâ€" rupted him he reached out and touched the young man‘s shoulder gently. The next time he grasped both of Parmentâ€" er‘s hands in his and held them fast ; and the third time, after a flow of imâ€" passioned words that came hot from the penitent‘s heart to his mouth, the old man drew the bared young head down toward him and pressed it tendâ€" erly with his lips. That was all. When everyone was on board again the excursion steamer left the pier for a run down the bay and a trip up the North and East Rivers. A luncheon was served, and after the party gathâ€" ered in the cabin, and responded to a brief address of welcome. They saw too, that though he did not move a muscle, his face was white and his hands were tightly clenched. After they came back,arm in arm,to the boat. Tears were in Parmenter‘s eyes, but his face was radiant with the sunshine of reconciliation. Those who looked at the two men a minute later from the dock saw that something unusual was going on They saw Parmenter standing, hat in hand, looking strraight into the profesâ€" sor‘s eyes and talking with terible earnâ€" estr ess. Lee swung quickly around and pierced to the centre of the party that was coming slowly down the pier. He whispered something into his father‘s ear, drew him quietly from the throng, crossed over with, him to where Parâ€" menter stood, and then left them alone together. "Charleyâ€"your fatherâ€"I wronged him ! I want to explainâ€"confessâ€" and get forgiveness." The crowd moved on, laughing and chatting, casting backward glances at the two who remained behind, wonderâ€" ing a little, but scarcely knowing anyâ€" thing of the drama that was being reâ€" enacted with lightning rapidity in those two hearts. The two young men were again in perfect accord. No words were necâ€" essary Parmenter could not have spokâ€" en them. The lump in his throat had effectually choked his utterance, _ Aftâ€" er a minute he managed to stammer out : After a little someone touched him on the shoulder, and he turned to see who it was. "Charley !" . ‘Fred !" For one second the two men looked into each other‘s eyes; then their hands met in a heartâ€"thrilling clasp, then their arms were laidâ€" lovingly across each other‘s shoulders. Parmenter‘s heart failed him then ; his courage gave way, and he turned aside and stood by a wharfâ€"post, with his face toward the water, that people pasâ€"ing by might not see his tears. He went out on the pier with the others, but remained in the rear. _ Now that his great opportunity had arrived, he hardly knew how to avail hinself of it. _ His heart beat _ thunderously against his breast. _ Far up the pier he saw Professor Lee and his wife and son coming down the bridge. Then they were swallowed up in the circling crowd that pressed forward to greet them. Through _ all this demonstration Parmenter stood quietly in the backâ€" ground, joining occasionally in the cheering, brushing the tears from his eyes now and then, as he noted the sincerity of the creeting. wife and son to his side, anud. from thas point up the bay and all the way to the steamer‘s pier the three stood together, responding as best they could to the cries and cheers, the music and the noise, the waving bats and hendâ€" kerchiefs that greeted them. At last the big steamer swuang slowâ€" ly in, an 1 the smaller boat made fast to the wharf, that the excursionists might disembark and greet the travelâ€" lers as they landed. Waterloo County COhrcnicle. Perhaps the steamer of the future will be operated on a trolley by means of a submarine cable. The advantages of this plan would be great, as it would prevent the necessity of carrying imâ€" mense quantities of fuel and of keepâ€" ing the vessel loaded down with enorâ€" mous engines. _ All the delay and diffiâ€" culty and expense of managing furnacâ€" es and engines on board ship would be done away with by the oceanic trolley system, and the ships could be made so much lighter that they could go whizâ€" zing across the ocean in a couple of days. Danger of accident could be brought to be no greater than _ it is atb present by having a sufficient number of repair steamers on the route, which would keep the cable in repair and in case of any accident to the trollsy could bring the passenger bost into port, or put it again in‘ connection with the cab‘s.~ There can be no quesâ€" tion tliat the proper means of crossing the Atlantic quickly is by some system which will allow the motive power to be applied from the shore, either by a trolley or a cable. The limit of speed for ships that carry engines and _ fuel is certainly practically reached on the service, and there are difficulties in the way of submarine navigation which it would be hard to conquer. The trolley system is capable of great extention, and we may yet live to get to Europe by its means. Something of that kind May Give Increased Speed In the Future. It is pretty well understood that the limic of speed in ocean steamers is about reached if the present models are adhered to, and that if there is to be any gain in swiftness it must be by the trial of a new form. The difficulty is to devise a vessel of which the structural strength shall be great enough to carry the massive engines requisite for increased speed, and at the same time to resist the force of the ocean storms. The Boston Courier thinks it is not impossible that the solution of the problem lies in the subâ€" marine ship, and that the passenger steamer of the future will go. under water instead of across its surface. The party halted in front of Professâ€" or Lee‘s residence and sang : "Here‘s to Sammy Lee, drink it down ;" and as that tired but happy traveller laid his head on his pillow in his cherished home there came softly, musically, gratefully to his ears, from some distâ€" ant quarter of the campus, the old faimiliar goodâ€"night song : Bweet dreams, Sammy, sweet dreams, Sammy, sweet dreams, Sammy, We‘re going to leave you now, Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll At midnight Professor Lee and his party reached the city and found a rousing welcome awaiting them at the train. In some unaccountable way Parmenter‘s story had travelled home ahead of him, and he had to share with the professor and his family the honors of the night. Later a great crowd of students, with Parmenter and Charley Lee arm in arm in the midst of them, marched up the hill and through the college gate, singing as no one had ever heard them sing before. _ Commencement day at Concord went gloriously by. . In the absence of Parmenter, Robinson was the most conspicuous member of the graduating class, and had the largest share of honâ€" ors. His voice broke at last, and he sank into his seat and brushed away his tears. But all his boys knew they that they were tears of joy and not of sorrow, and the flow of spirits and goodâ€"fellowship burst forth anew. "I went away from you two years ago, tired, hurt and miserable ; but I come back to you with new iife. If there were any wounds still open when I entered New York Bay this morning, your sovereign remedy of welcome has completely healed them ; if there was one hard or bitter feeling still lingeaing in my breast when I stepped upon that pier an hour ago, the splendid courage, the manly confession, the magâ€" nificent selfâ€"sacrifice of one among you has swept it from its hidingâ€"place forâ€" ever." "So I ari come to you again," the speaker continued, "with nothing but love and gratitude in my heart for all of youâ€"with nothing but affection for the dear old college and all who are in it and of it, with the quiet of serene old age stealing softly over me ; with the only grief I have ever known, durâ€" ing all my life among you, lost and buried in the beautiful memories of the past. _ I thank youâ€"thank you a thouâ€" sand times ; and God bless you alâ€" ways !" Again the storm of cheers and apâ€" plause burst forth. No one underâ€" stood perfectly what it was all about, but everyone felt that the allusion was to Parmenter. "I feel it to the buttom of my heart. I shall never forget it. I shail live this scene ovyr in my mind every day so long as I rewmain on earth." There was a storm of applause. When it had subsided, the professor continued : along, i Merrily we roll along, Over the deep blue sea," TROLLEY ACROSS THE OCEAN. THE â€" END "Look, here," thundered the judge, "if you don‘t tell me the exact value of those trousers, T‘ll send you to gaol for contempt of court !‘ «Well, then, judge," pleaded the obâ€" tuse witness, in a most insinuating tone, "take ‘em for ten shillings. _ It is giving ‘em away almost, but you can have ‘em for ten." "Ah, judge," said the tailor, "take ‘em for thirteen shillings if sixteen don‘t suit yon." . â€" . i1 7 "Sir," responded the judge in a disâ€" gusted tone, "I want you to tell :ime what those trousers are worth." Coming Down. A witness who would be an invaluâ€" able salesman to certain clothing firms not of the highest rank, was testifying against a man who had stolen a pair of trousers from his shop. According to one report of the proceedings, the folâ€" lowing is the conversation that ensued in court. "How much are the trousers worth?" asked the judge. «Well judge," responded the witness, who thought the judge wanted to buy them ; "It depends upon the man who wants to buy them. I sell them to one man for twentyâ€"four shillings, to another for a sovereign ; but you can have them for sixteen shillings." But it‘s more than that, too. 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It promotes all the natural fuactions, and builds up, strengthens, regulates, and cures. For women apâ€" proaching confinement, nursing mothâ€" ers, and every weak, runâ€"down, delicate woman, it is an invigorating, supportâ€" ing tonic that‘s peculiarly adapted to their needs. _ How can you have the real thing that will stand against the storm of temptation and trial 1 Just come to Jesus. Begin it all by getting life. He will make you his living child if you come to him. . Begin with Jesus ; by coming to him at once ; go on with Jesus, by coming to him_ day by day; end with Jesus, by going at last to be with him where he is â€"Eva Travers Evered Poole, in the Christian. Have you ever thought, "I really must become religious ; I will begin to pray, and to read my Bible ; in fact, I‘ll turn over a new leaf ?" And you do. You try and try, and try to make yourseif a Christian. Have you ever heard of the happiâ€" ness and glory of knowing Jesus, and said. "I should like to know it too" 1 Some could speak of having tasted them, and described their flavor and richness. Now, as this got noised about, the rich man‘s neighbor began to wish he too had such a tree. In his weedy, neglected garden there was an apple tree to be sure, but then is was dead. Year by year is remained so. Sunshine and rain, frost and dew fell upon it, yet its bare brown branchâ€" es remained the same. _ "Why should not my apple tree bear fruit !} said the man. "Ah!I have it !" So he went out with money in his pocket and bought two bushels of apples, two balls of twine, and a basket of leaves, and all that glorious autumn day you might have seen him standing on a ladder, carefully tying on to every leafless, fruitless bough or twig, a rosyâ€"cheeked apgle and some leaves. Friends came to see him the. next day, and through his window he pointâ€" ed out to them his well covered apple tree. They were astonished, they comâ€" plimented him upon the splendid show of fruit. On, on, till in twentyâ€"four hours the old apple tree reared its head. once more, bare brown and dead. "Of course," you say, "just what I thought." Yes, I dare say. But why am I tellâ€" ing you this story? Because I think so many sensible boys, girls, ay, and grown ups" too, fall into the same fatal mistake. Have you everseen a Christian and wished to be like him 1 We thought that tree was dead," they said, "but it quite equals your neighbor‘s." _ And the foolish man was pleased. _ That night a storm of wind and rain came on, down fell the apples and leaves like hailstones. There was a rich man in a country town who had a splendid afiple tree in his garden. Everyone spoke of it, everyone admired the ripe, rosy fruit. A Fatal Mistake. Rumunmarism CurED IN a Day.â€"South American RheumaticCure for Rheumatism and Neuralgia radically cures in 1 to 3 days. Its actoin upon the system is remarkable and mysterious. It removes at once the cause and the disease immediately disappears. The first dose greatly benefits. 75c. War ranted by Ed. M. Devitt Druggist, Waterâ€" 00. Mastcring] the Situationy The different youny men had waited to propose to the girl, but for the life of him he did not know how to get about it, Heread books on the subject und Niagara is Seven Thousand Years Old. The leading geologists of the United States and Europe bave long been enâ€" gaged in attempt to figure the retrocesâ€" sion of Niagara Falls down to a point where the deductions may be used as a basis for estimating the exact age of the cataract. _ The opinions on the subâ€" ject that have been advanced by the various "profs.," "M. B.‘s" "A. B.‘s" and other learned gentlemen with seeâ€" tions of the alphabet either following or preceding thoir names are in some cases entirely ridiculous. Thus we find that Lyell estimates the time that elapsed while the Zfalls have been wearing back from Queenstown to their site at not less than 35,000 years, while Desor, using the same basis of calculations, places Zit at 3,500,000 years. Nor is this all. The United States geologist, G. K. Gilbert, using Prof. Hall‘s 1842 trigonometrical surveyâ€"as his guide, cannot make out that more than 7,000 years have elapsed since the falls first sprang into existence at the close of the "ice age." Here is something really interesting in the shape of geographical figures : Gilbert says 7,000 years ; Lyell gives it as 35,000 years, or five times as far,in the misty past as Gilbert ; then Desor deâ€" clares to be 100 times older than Lyell says they are.â€"St. Louis Republic. It is really impossible to deny that a certain degree of intellectual education unfits a man to work with his hands and earn his bread as a laborer. It may be that it ought not todoso,butin the present imperfect state of the world so it is. Therefore, somehow or other, places must be found for this enormous harvest of tolerable scholars as schoolteachers or something analogâ€" ous in the social scale. Every year the problem is how to do it. That probâ€" lem formerly the university solved by the fellowship system. _ The number of scholars was small, and they had a fellowship apiece. That solution is no longer possible, even if it were desirâ€" able. Then the universities tried igâ€" noring the problem altogether. They, as it were, denied liability. Their position was : "Our business is to proâ€" vide facilities for learning for those who wish to learn, and opportunities to study for those who care to study. We have no duties beyond that. When our men have attained, by the help of our endowments, to a degree, the conâ€" nection between us terminates. They must shift for themselves." Theoretiâ€" cally, of course, this was undeniably a logical position which they could very fairly take up; but in practice they must be held responsible, in some deâ€" gree, at least, for the men whom they have raised out of of their own position in life by scholarships and exhibitions specially offered for necessitous perâ€" sons. The Supply of Scholars Greater Than the Demand. sATURDaAY REVIEW, Ever since the enormous enlargeâ€" ment, numerically, of the English uniâ€" versities, there can be little doubt that the value of a degree has gone down commercially. The number of firstâ€" class men seeking work and finding none is a sorry comment on the deâ€" velopment of the English university system. If this is true of the first class, what must be the lot of the second, the third, and the pass man ? The learned professions, in fact, are overcrowded. The cause of this unâ€" happy crowding of the market for brain laborers is not far to seek. An immense number of persons who in former times would have worked with their hands as their fathers did before them are being educated to work with their heads. There is a general levelâ€" ling up of the social grades, if you look at it optimistically. The son of the artisan becomes a clerk, the son of a clerk aspires to teach in a school, the son of a school teacher aspires to go to Oxford or Cambridge. _ But this levelâ€" ling up is not an unmixed blessing. The result is that we have fifty times too many clerksâ€"200 applied for an insignificant post advertised in the Times the other dayâ€"ten times too many halfâ€"educated teachers, and, alas! ten times too many university â€" graduâ€" ates turned out every year to crowd the ranks of the bar, the schools and journalism, and recruit the year‘s crop of miserable and hopeless failures. None of these people can dig as their father‘s did ; they cannot make shop boys, or ‘busmen, or crossing sweepers. Too many of them can only teach or starve. By this time the spectators were‘ convulsed with laughter, and the judce j himself was obliged to forget his disâ€"| gust and join heartily in the laugh ! He did not buy the "trousers," howâ€"| TOO MUCH EDUCATION Mas. Wixsrow‘s SooTHtnc SyRUr has been used by millions of mothers for their children when teething. If disturbed at night and broken of your rest by a sick child sufferin and crying with pain of Cutting Teeth seng at once and get a bottle of "Mrs. Winslow‘s Soothing Syrup" for children teething. It will relieve the poor little sufferer immediâ€" ately. Depend upon it, mothers, there is no mistake about it. 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