The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1883-04-13

A Medley, n Mysicry, n Marvel and "
Miracle.

We HlOItN nOltSNil IL w 1olit phb -
money" vas a foolish fathers advice to
his son. Get money. if you can honestly,
makes but a slight alteration in the order
of the words. but varies the sentiment CON
siderably. There is no harm in making
money!. It answereth all things. Used
rightly it is a power for good, and there is
money enough in the world to form a lever
by which the mass of humanity could be lift
ed, to a certain extent, out of its depths of
sorrow and despair. Money we must have
for money makes the mare go. Some can
make money who have no faculty for saving.
Would you save you must know how to deny
those who would borrow and never repay, as
well as those who beg simply because they are
too lazy to work. There are men who never
want to see you except to ask the favor of a
loan. They will ask for just one word with
you, and that one word is sure to be money.
An impecunious fellow met a rich acquaint-
ance, and not liking to ask dill lily for q
loan, said, Friend Smith, if you had ten
dollars III your pocket, and l was to ask you
for the loan of five, how many would remain
in your pocket?' ''Ten dollars, to be sure"
replied the rich man, without a moments
hesitation. He had gumption, and knew too
much to part with his money by any such
rule of subtraction.
Oh, / see, said the impecunious man thus
rebuffed. He was able to owe. lie was
one of the Micawber so~rt-always waiting
for something to turn up. How like some
people who are sick. They think to get wuS
by letting disease take care of itself. But
diseases do not heal themselves, and too late
their victims full often find this out to their
sorrow as death seizes upon them. Had they
been wise in time they might have added
many years to their lease of life. The cure
was nigh them, as it is nigh to all who read
this medley. These paragraphs tell the
story, as a patient perusal will prove. Those
who have keen insight and can read between
the lines may solve the conundrum the SOON
er for it, but upon all, light will dawn ere
they read the tinal word of our story.
Light will dawn, we said. and so it will,
light of hope and help. Light is what a
certain individual wanted. Mr.. Jones we
will call him. He was very sick. Consump-
ton mad fastened its fangs upon him.. He
had long neglected catarrh, and laughed at
the idea of taking anything for it when adj
vised to do so. and so went from bad to
worse. His lungs became diseased, a hack
ing, churchyard cough racked him almost to
pieces, and he was fast wasting away. A
mere shadow of his former self, he scarcely
slept at all at night, or slept only to dream
horrible dreams. Talk of nightmare! A
whole circus troupe, horses and all, seemed
to make his bed the arena of their wild per-
formances. In this case money did not
make the mare go, for he spent Il deal of
money on doctors and physics and was
nothing bettered. He ate little, and was
fast going down to an untimely grave, leav-
ing his wife a widow and his four bright
Cn1luren OrpnduS, WltH, 10. Oh one eNenlIul
night he dreamed for once a bright and
happy dream, which our next paragraph will
relate.
Death, the black-visaged monster. had
until then stared him in the face, but the
dream brought him hope. He saw a bright,
white-robed angel in his dream, who said,
~ come to bring you good news. Here
is your cure-sure, safe, harmless, prompt
and reliable. Get well and seek TO take
health thereby to others. Behold the cure!'
With these words the angel was gone, but ere
the trail of light which followed him had
vanished the dreamer saw glittering in the
light three golden letters-G. NJ. ID. "What
can it mean?" he said to himself, as he
awoke from his slumber 81 have had a
Good Many Dreams before, but never such
as this" Startled and surprised he aroused
his wife and to her related his vision. Alas,
she could not solve the problem. Remem-
bering all the medical advice, and the physic,
and the expense involved since her husband
became sick, she expressed the hope that the
letters we're not intended to suggest that a
Good Many Doctors must yet be consulted
in addition to all that had been interviewed.
He groaned in reply and remarked that if he
had to consult any more there would have to
be a Gold Mine Discovered in order to pay
them.
Every day for a week he and his faithful
spouse searched diligently for a key to
the problem. In the dictionary, in such
newspapers as they happened to have, in
books, on placards on the walls-everywhere
they ~sought-hoping to find a c!ew. Letters
stand for words, and they hoped to light
mon the words that should suggest the cure.
They Grieved Many Days over their lack of
good luck, as they said, and the Good Man
Dreamed again and again, but saw no more
angels. Hope deferred maketh the heart
sick. "Oh, that the angel had Guided Me
Definitely and Given More Directions" he
exclaimed, again and again.
Nearly tXVn weeks had alanca1 ciupa fhc
night of the Great Mysterious Dream, when
there came to the house a pamphlet. Tired
with his exhausting Office work, which he
still pursued, determining if possible to die
in the harness, Jones was about to throw
the pamphlet in the fire when something
prompted him to examine it. Surely
thought he, here can be nothing that will
Pierce this Gloom Most Distressing, or Give
Me, Disheartened, any relief. Poor man
he had worked letters over in his mind, ano
made so many combinations with them, that
they occurred in almost every sentence hi
uttered. They entered even into his pray
ers. Heaven Grant Me Deliverance, h,
would say, nor let disease Grind Me Down
and so forth, al infHituni, and mile or two
beyond.
Mentally tortured and ST ffering in ever!
fiber of his body, what Won er that h
read page after page of the pam billet. |
was a work on diseases, and i'll tn morbic
state of his mind its contents seemed to sui
him. 1t spoke of almost every disease thai
flesh is heir to, but oh, joy. as he read, q
Glimpse Most Delightful of light stole il
upon him. Eureka, Eureka.' he cried
wife, have it, i have it,"
Everybody in the house heard him cry
Eureka, and rushed to the room to heal
what he had found. All expected to see some
Great Miracle Done, and then came the ex
PLANTATION. Simple, of course, but why haC
he not thought of it before? Oh. what a rev
%elation! Here was hope for him and for al
c~onsumptives. Here, hope for suffering
friends and neighbors. That night he scalc
could sleep. but when he did. he again saw
bright vision of golden letters, in fact, 1
Glittering Monogram Deciphered readily
and reading q. NJ. D.; and again p. p. =.
and yet again +. p; and one huge p, arounC
which these Others were'entwined, and then
w. ID. NJ. A. All the letters blended, ye'
each was distinct. All he had seen in thu
book, all he again saw in his vision.
Dream Most Glorious. ID. NJ. G.-G. NJ
D.-Again he rang the changes; backward
forward, every way. Gold Medal Deserved
NJ. q. D.-Misery's Great Deliverer,- It'll
time would fail to tell them all. p. p. p
stood for Perfect Peace Promised for suf
fe-ers, and sweet release from Frustrating