The Halifax Comet. — 1893-11-18 (Halifax, West Yorkshire, England)

ONE TEACHER WE HAD.  WHEN the writer WU a schoolboy—s lacks/day I many a long year ago—we sometimes had a teacher who possessed a genius for his vocation. "flow rare men are," said Napoleon. How rare teachers are, say Most so-cslled teachers are mere word-mongers. They stuff the children's memories with phrases; they plaster them all or with leaves out of text-books. Dear, dear, the thing styled education is a great deal of a fraud, isn't it?  Well, one teacher we had, his name was Young— he was a teacher indeed. He would often lay the book: all aside and talk to us on the lesson, whatever it wa and set us to talking and asking questions. Goodness ! how be did throw light on the things. He made them seem like realities, not mere theories; and so he got ideas of arithmetic, natural philosophy, botany, &e.. into our heads before you could turn a handspring. Ali! but he was a teacher, not a stevedore. He sowed our minds with seeds, he didn't cover them with bones. Pity there aren't more like him. The world is full of subjects that ought to be treated in his plain luminous way. One of them is the appetite. People think they know what they mean when they talk of their appetite. They would define appetite as the desire for food. And so far they are right. If your  stow could let you know when it needs more fuel, or less, to keep pace with the conditions of consumption, draught, kc., you would he saved many mistakes in the supply of coals. Noliv the digestive organs, taken together, axe a stove endowed with feeling. When they require fuel (or food, which is fuel) you feel a sensation which you call appetite. When they require none you feel no appetite. What is the inference? This. Eat when you have an appetite and at no other time, no matter what your friends say or what the doctors say. Nature knows her business better than they know it. Of the thousands of letters received by US from people who have been ill, almost everyone contains a statement to the following effect: "My appetite was poor." "My appetite failed," "I had no appetite," "I loathed even the thought of eating," &c., &c. When you think of it, these are very suggestive words. No appetite means no food; no food no nourishment; no nourishment failure of the whole. body; slow starvation ; death. Every direase, no matter what name it goes by, hills at  last by starvation. This is a fact, a fact, a fact. If you don't believe it you haven't thought deep enough to understand it. A lasting failure of the appetite is as dangerous as a cup of poison. It will soon produce poison, and scatter it through your body like cholera germs in water. So look out. But why does the  appetite fail? Why does wise nature commit suicide? She doesn't. I'll show you what she does. Take a case—that of Mrs. Mary Ann Critchley, of 179, Martin Street, Leicester, who writes under date of May 10th, 1893.  "For many years," she says, "I was ill. My skin was .allow and the whites of my eyes turned yellow. My appetite was poor, and, after eating the simplest food to sustain life, I suffered great pain. My stomach was empty, and yet food seemed loathsome to me. In March, 1892, I had a dreadful attack. I could scarcely breathe and had to give up all work. By-and-by I got so weak that I could only walk a few yards without stopping to rest. The doctors and their medicine did me no good."  And so she goes on telling of how ctne bad thitig followed after another. Now can we see why the appetite failed? Tt was because the stomach was in such a condition that food would have done harm instead of good. The digestive organs were sore, inflamed, torpid, and virtually dead. They bad knocked off work. When fherei no water to hem the mill what's the us eof putting grist in the hopper g Nature was right, as she alwayti is. "Cure the indigestion and dyspepsia with which your careless habits have afflicted me," said Nature, "and I'll let you eat again. If you won't do that you must die of starvation—which the doctors will call conEumption, very likely." So Nature talked.  "A neighbour," says Mrs. Critchley, "told me of Seigel's Syrup. I used it, and two bottles completely cured me, and I have been in good health ever  since.”  Now what does all this sum up at? It sums up. When your appetite fails, and you have one or more of the symptoms mentioned, you are to conclude that Nature is whispering two words in your ear— " Indigestion—dyspepsia." And your teacher—whoever dismisses the class—adds these of his own: take , Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup.  this.  &out  Ater .:111ei ,titul If tld•  1111 If te hy < nt If 'sit ex i ex OUT or Vi e crr  c, dsia said .to that will call told me of completely d health ever 2 at? It sums up. snd you have one or you are to conclude o words in your ear— And your teacher—whoIds these of his own: take yrup.