Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-29
LIVING FOR THE STOMACH.
A Little Lecture to Those Who Crave ana
 Have Rioh Things to Eat.


 Have Rich Things to Eat.
 Ahl you live for your stomach do youf 1 certainly pity the person who lives for no loftier purpose than eating and drinking. Upon second thought you conclude that your confession should have been taken with a grain of allowance. There does creep over you now and then conviction that you live for something besides your stomach's sake. Very good. You are on the road to happi- hess. I knew 8 man once who often amused his hearers by putting some queer phrases into his prayers. He would pray that the nerve tissues of his stomach might be made moro enduring, his taste more keenly enjoy able, and that his appetite might be tempted with the fat of the land, in order that he tthe earthly fellow might live many, many more years and take comfort as he went along That man was eternally having coldsores upon his lips, and if the gout has not over taken him by this time have lost my guess Why coldsores and goutl you ask.
 Right, my fellow sufferer, ask all the ques- tions you care to. Why do you so often get all stuffed up with a 'cold," so called, about which you go prancing over the neighbor- hood, asking everybody if, in the name of common sense, they can tell you how or where you ''caught it" You got it by eat ing. Hard thing to believe, isn't itl Rich food, fats and highly seasoned viands have done the business for you. The body is a queer machine. It gets clogged, and when it can hold out no longer it revolts. The brief warfare which follows, the wheezing, the aching bones and running nostrils are simply evidences of natures efforts to recover her equilibrium. Then how vain of you to dose yourself with drugs, instead of giving the Great Healer time to cure youI
 1,se ;e, tain nourishments and requires them regu- larly. Uncautiously you have given it too much. Here slips in a curious trick of nature morbid craving for food little richer seizes you-a sort of dull longing for some thing, you know not what Natures mission Is to try you and see what kind of metal you are made of. Now follow me closely. That longing comes straight from your carnal soul though you have dignified it with the name of hunger. It is nothing more than an,.undue excitement of the nerves of the stomach. To the cook book you fly and con it over to find something tempting. Merely wholesome foods have failed to fill the bill. But, my friend, had you the correct understanding you would pass that craving by and wait.
 Nature is as ready to join with you in @ little self discipline as she was to put tho ob- stacle in your way. A slight tiff of self de- nial will do wonders sometimes. Self deniall Certainly; why noti You shout with vehem- ence that virtues of that order have long since become unpopular from disuse What O brazen imposition would be table with out enough dainties to match the silver and china! So, Eff you please, Mrs. Blank, l would like you to have prepared little brandy sauce for the pudding today. 1 abominate food without something in 1t to tempt fellows palate" So off flies the cook at your peremptory bidding, lest she may have done something to forfeit her position, and sends you up-really, she puts before you a dish which the daintiest epicure can dote upon. Such, you say, is life. It is not life; it is death. There, you have dropped your knife and fork in dismay that I should say a thing so terrible. These are facts, my friends. Frank Dexter in Boston Globe.