Year: 1872

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there, -.-.- lire


Fling the curtain aside and the blind,
Give free entrance toheaven's pure air,


'Tis the health, life and joy of mankind
Are you fond of coughs, colds, dyspepsias


and rheums? hF" 1-


And headaches, and fevers, and chlls ?
Then shut yourself up, like "a monk in his


cave,


Till Nature grows weary and sad,
And imagine yourself on the brink of the


grave,


Where there's nothing that ever was


glad."


There it is! All in a"nut shelf" the
simplest and yet the most valuable of all
receipts for health and happiness! Pure,
fresh. wholesome, living air, ard plenty
of it! Open wide your doorways
Throw up your window sash! Let it fill
the house. Let it roll in in great waves
and mountainous pillows, through every
nook, corner and crevice of the room, till
it sweeps out the whole collection of i'm
purities, which breed gloom, discomfort
and melancholy, disease, sickness and
death When we refe,t upon what a
vast quantity of air we consume every
hour of our lives, and how necessary it is
to our health that this air should be pure
and clean, 1t seems miracle of wonder
to us that we live at all Day after day
we breathe the vile compounds-all sorts
of impurities, fill the air of our living
rooms, our sleeping rooms, our churches,
our school-houses, and our lecture halls.
Almost one-half of our lives are spent in
bed, but how rarely is it, that our beds
are pure clean and fresh? True we have
clean sheets, and pillow slips, and we now
and then wash our bed quilts and comforts,
but we sleep upon the same straw, the
same husks or hair mattresses week after
week, month after month, and often year
after year, until they become full of the
foul ssexcretions from the system, and
these foulnesses so constantly and contin-
ually thrown off from our bodies are re-
again and again into our system
through the pores of the skin, and inhaled
with the all into our lungs Then There
is the feather bed-that y1lest of abomi-
nations, which after few months of con-
slant usage, can never again be made
sweet or pure, be it aired ever so much
How soft and yielding it is! You sink
down in its treacherous embrace-it heats
you up so that you throw off still great
er quantity of those impurities! The
bed becomes saturated with them and you
again absorb these cast off which your sys-
tenn once rejected as unsuitable for its
sustenancc. Peugh! just think of it.
and millions of your pores, all
drinking in this foul mass and making it
a part of your very life itself!


How can you expect to be bright, cheer
full, happy and healthy with all these vile
nesses mixed into your blood, nerves and
tissues? Away then with the feather
beds, every one of you who love purity
and cleanliness for their own intrinsic
value. The whole of our bed clothes
should be aired at least once a week, by
hanging them out in the sun and wind.
But, says the tired housewife, Il never
could find time to DO all that" Well
you should at least do all you can,-''aim
high" and you will reach more than you
ever could hope to, by not trying at all.
Never make upa bed until it has been
open and aired at least half day, If you
can possibly avoid it. Open your bed
room windows as soon as you get up, and
If convenient leave them open until near
ly sunset, SO that the fresh air and the
bright sunshine can enter into every nook
an6 corner of the chamber! Above all
else never allow the walls of sleeping
room to be papered. nine-tenths of all the
wall paper is rank poison; the various
shades of green are said to be nearly all
made from preparations of pure arsenic,
arsenic 'of copper and wEite lead. and
these poisonous substances arc all the time
wearing off. blowing off and rubbing off,
and the PARTICLES float around the room
and are continually being carried into the