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Weslev's Theory of Earthquakes "The cause of earthqugke," said John Wes- ley, "is sin." How he reasoned it out is not easy for the average sinner to see. The idea of such a tremendous physical convulsion as an earthquake resulting from the violation of moral law is nonsense in the eyes of modern science. The reverse is more often true. The cause of a deal of a sin," said Hannah More, "is bile." That we can see through. Bile poisons the brain, and the brain is the organ of the mind. It is certain that all the earthquakes that ever shook this wicked world never did half the damage that is done every year by sleepy stomachs and lazy livers. Generals have lost battles, statesmen have been beaten in diplomacy, workmen have been thrown out of jobs, clergymen have preached poor sermons, and husbands and wifes have quarrelled for no reasons under the sun but a "touch of liver complaint." The crust of society can never lie quiet with such a force as biliousness under it. Writing of a time five years ago, a lady asserts that she had not strength to work. The suffered acutely with a sharp stabbing pain dowh the right side and between the shoulder-blades. Her appetite failed, of course, for Nature never calls for food when she is not in a condition to use it. Still a trifle of sustenance must be taken. The lady took it) digested a bit of it, and suffered great distress from the presence of the rest in the torpid stomach, when indeed, it was not vom- ited, as was often the case. We need scarcely add that her sleep was disturbed and failed to refresh her. To quote her own words, I arose in the morning with a splitting headache and a feeling of utter weakness and postration My tongue was furred, I was tired, lacked energy, became irrittable and bad tempered and could have quarreled with my best friend." Now what sort of a life is this to lead ? What is anybody good for while in such a state as that? What would you wager on your own success in buisness if you had to. pit yourself against other people's sharpness, while yon had to fight with a poison-soaked head and stomache that refused its breakfast ? Not a crooked sixpence. Our correspondent continues "The doctor told me I was suffering from an enlarged liver but his medicines gave me no relief, and I began to give up all hope of ever getting better, when I was advised by a frend to try Mother Seigel's Syrup, Before I had finished the first bottle my health improved. As I con- tinued taking the Syrup my health was gradu- ally restored and I have had no recurrence of my complaint siuce. If ever I feel run run down I take a dose or two of the Syrup and it seems to put new life into me. Signed, Agnes Gatley, 3, Boundary terrace, Moss Nook, Nr. Cheadle, Ches," The'success of Seigel's Syrnp in curisg this malady is due to the fact that it goes straight as an arrow to the every root and source of it, the paralysed digestion. Whatever may be the true theory of earth- quakes we may be sure of one thing anyway namly that bile in the blood, arising from an arrest of the digestive function, is the hot-bed of more sorrow, pain and death than all the powers at the interior of the earth ever scat- tered over its surface.

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COLOFN Y BEIRDD. AR Y TRAETH. Ar y traeth yn tori'i chalon, Wrtbili bun mae Ellen fad, Ac yn gwrando yr awelon Yn dweyd hanes estron wlad Cnra'r tonau ar y creigiau Nes dwyn can o'r gareg gref, Ac ehed ei meddwl hithau Trwy ei hiraeth tua'r nef. .m Ar y traeth yn tori'i chalon, Y mae Ellen glwyfus, dan Ollwng gloewon ddagrau heilltion Gyda'r don i grwydro'r lan Colli, colli, calon dyner Fu'n gynorthwy iddi wnaeth, Cwrddodd siomiant blin a phryder Yn y boreu ar y traeth. Ar y traetb yn tori'i chalon Y mae Ellen wylaidd, dlos, Wedi colli llyw ei dwyfron Yn y ddu dymhestlog nos; Mae yn holi'r don am dano, Hola'r awel, bola'r gwynt, ODd y llanw blin wrth ruthro Tua'r lan, adrodda'r hynt. Ar y traeth yn tori'i chalon, Y mae Ellen facb yo brudd, A sisiala yr angylion Yn ei chlust am 1, Wlad y Dydd;" A'r addewid, lawn o gariad," Fu o'i meddwl hi yn bir, Y mae Tad y tlawd amddifad Eto'n fyw," ay for a thir. Corwen. R. E. J. EDNANT,

"CRISTION PRYDERUS." Teithio'r vsyf trwy flin ystormydd, Yn yr anial dyrys maith, Ofn sydd arnaf golli'r llwybr, Yn y t'w'llwch ar fy nhaith Ymddiriedaf yn ei allu, 'R hyn a wna y ffordd yn glir, Ac bydd imi gyrhaedd Canaan, Trwy'r anialwch cyn bo hir. Hau mewn dagrau yr wyf yma, Ond fy ngobaith cyn bo hir, Y cat fedi mewn gorf oledd, Wedi cyrhaedd Canaan dir; Ni bydd yno neb yn wylo, Nag yn cwyno o fewn y lie, Ond bydd pawb yn berffaith ddedwycfd, Wedi dod i deyrnas nef. Gwyutoedd croesion yr anialwch, Ddaeth i'm herbyn lawer gwaith. Wrth fy nghuro gan ei stormydd, 'Rwyf yn blino ar fy nhaith Ond fy hyder y caf orphwys Yn yr hyfryd ddedwydd le, Ydyw'r Hwn sydd beddyw'n eiriol, 'R hwn fu farw yn fy lie. SRwyf ar derfyn taith yr yrfa, Wrth hir desthio tua'r wlad, Wedi cyrhaedd rhosydd Moab, I gyffiniau Canaan wlad Ond rhaid croesi'r hen lorddonen, Er mor ddyfned yw ei dwr, Etto ei chroesi wnaf yn (rdlogel, Ond cael Iesu'n mlaenaf Gwr. Pan y»i cofio croesi'r afen, Mae fy Eghalon yn trymhau, Wrtb im' feddwl am ei dyfnder, Mae rhyw bryder vn parhau Credu 'rwyf i'r Gwr fu ynddi, Y caf lechu yn ei law, Dyna ngobaith y caf gyrhaedd Trwy drugaredd yr ochr draw. Glandwr, Tynant, Llangwm. WILLIAM HUGHES.