The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1893-04-22
CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC.
DIR. CARL LEO VERRINDER,
Director.

Director.
To sit, as did Planet reporter few
days ago, in very atmosphere of sweet
harmony, created by DR.. Verrinder's
magician-like touch was an experience
that might we'll be envied, and one cal
culated to inspire the most sentimental
reveries. But sentimental moods finally
vanish and leave one facing the sober
and practical side of life. The music
ceased and the conversation took turn
leading to the real object of the report
er's call.
''There are stories abroad" said the
newspaper man, regarding some extra
ordinary deliverance from death, which
you have met with recently, doctor.
Would you object to stating what foun-
dalton there is for them. and, if any,
furnish me with the true facts for pub
lication?' DR.. Verrinder shrugged his
shoulders and laughed. 81 have not"
he replied, "been given to seeking news
paper notoriety, and at fifty-five years
of age it is not likely shall begin, and
yet" said the professor after thinking a
moment and consulting Mrs. Verrinder,
perhaps it is best that should give
you the circumstances for use in The
Planet. The story of my rescue from
the grave might fttingly be prefaced by
little of my early history. We resided
in England, where though l was pro-
lessor of music, I was not dependent
on my art, as had acquired compel
ence. My wife was an heiress, having
$4,000 in her own right. Through the
rascality of broker she was robbed
almost of all her fortune, while by the
Bank of Glasgow failure, my money
vanished forever. 1t became necessary
for me then to return to my profession
in order to live. I do not speak of it
boastingly, but stood well among the
musicians of that day in the old land.
My fees were a guinea lesson, and it
was no uncommon thing for me to give
twenty in day. We came to America,
landing in Quebec, where l anticipated
getting an engagement as organist in the
cathedral, but was disappointed. Sub
sequently we moved to St. Catharines,
in which city procured an organ and
choir and soon had large clientele.
Later, in order as l thought to better
my fortune, 1 took up my residence in
London, first filing an engagement with
a Methodist church and afterwards ac-
cepting the position of organist in St.
Peters Cathedral. In those cities |
made many warm friends, and their tri
butes and gifts I shall ever retain as
among the most precious of my posses
sions. 1t was while living in London and
pursuing my art with much earnestness
and labor that received stroke of
paralysis. Perhaps, here the speaker
rose and stretching himself to his full
height, thus displaying his well-built and
welI-no FINISHED frame-"I do not look
like a paralytic. But the truth is 1 have
had three strokes-yes, sir, first second
and third, and they say the third is fatal,
ninety-nine times out of one hundred.
Yet here you see before you three
stroke victim, and a man who feels,
both lin body and mind, as vigorous as
he ever did in his life. My ultimate
cure [ attribute to my testing the virtues
of a medicine whose praise shall never
cease sounding as long as l live, and
which l shall recommend to suffering
humanity as | am now constantly doing,
while [ know of case and can reach the
ear of the patient. After removing to
Chatham had not long been here when
my health further began to give way,
Gradually noted the change. [ felt it
first and most strongly in stomach
affection which produced constant and
distressing nausea. 1t grew worse and
worse, I myself attributed it to bad
WdteT pOlSOHlHS my oy5UCiI' OA0 ooCIoI
said it was catarrh of the stomach. An
other pronounced it diabetes, still an
other different diagnosis. [ kept ON
doctoring, but getting no relief. I tried
one medicine after another, but it was
no use. Grippe attacked me and added
to my pain, discomfort and weakness.
At last took to my bed and it seemed
that L was never going to get well. Moth
ing of nourishing nature would remain
on my stomach. No drugs seemed to
have a counter-acting influence on the
disease which was dragging me down to
death. NV wife would sit at my bedside
and moisten my lips with diluted spirits
which was all that could be done to re-
lieve me. Besides three local doctors
who gave me up, I had doctors from
London and Kingston whose skill be-
lieved in and to whom l paid heavy fees,
but without receiving any help or en-
couragement 1t is true that stomach
pump operation afforded temporary re-
lief, but yet felt that my peculiar case
needed some special and particular COM
pound or remedial agent which knew
not of. But, at last, thank God, dis
covered it. I had been for eighteen
months miserable wreck, unable to
work, unable to eat or to sleep properly.
Ny means were becoming exhausted.
Ny poor wife was worn out in body and
spirit. Suddenly the deliverer came!
Pink Pills! Yes sir! Pink Pills-God
bless their inventor or discoverer!-ha
rescued me from the jaws of death and
miraculously made me what you see me
to-day, hearty, happy, with splendid
appetite, clear brain, a capacity for
work and an ability to sleep sound and
refreshing sleep-a boon that only man
who has experienced the terrors of in
somnia can rightly appreciate. Bear in
mind, my friend, am nowild enthu-
siast over the supposed merits of this
medicine. I have tested the virtues of
Pink Pills and am ready to take oath to
their efficacy. No one could shake my
faith in them; because what man has
thoroughly proved in hisI own exper-
fence, and what he has had confined in the
experience of others-I have prescribed
the pills to other sick persons and know
what extraordinary good they have