BRIGHT SAYINGS.

A writer in the School-Boy Magazine has gathered together the following dictionary words as defined by certain small people: 

Bed time—­Shut-eye time.

Dust—­Mud with the juice squeezed out.

Fan—­A thing to brush warm off with.

Fins—­A fish’s wings.

Ice—­Water that staid out in the cold and went to sleep.

Nest-Egg—­The egg that the old hen measures to make new ones.

Pig—­A hog’s little boy.

Salt—­What makes your potato taste bad when you don’t put any on.

Snoring—­Letting off sleep.

Stars—­The moon’s eggs.

Wakefulness—­Eyes all the time coming unbuttoned.

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If you would have good health, go out in the sunshine.  Sickness is worse than freckles.

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HYPOCHONDRIA.

THE MYSTERIOUS ELEMENT IN THE MIND THAT AROUSES VAGUE
APPREHENSIONS—­WHAT ACTUALLY CAUSES IT.

The narrative below, by a prominent scientist, touches a subject of universal importance.  Few people are free from the distressing evils which hypochondria brings.  They come at all times and are fed by the very flame which they themselves start.  They are a dread of coming derangement caused by present disorder and bring about more suicides than any other one thing.  Their first approach should be carefully guarded.

Editors Herald: 

It is seldom I appear in print and I should not do so now did I not believe myself in possession of truths, the revelation of which will prove of inestimable value to many who may see these lines.  Mine has been a trying experience.  For many years I was conscious of a want of nerve tone.  My mind seemed sluggish and I felt a certain falling off in my natural condition of intellectual acuteness, activity, and vigor.  I presume this is the same way in which an innumerable number of other people feel, who, like myself, are physically below par, but like thousands of others I paid no attention to these annoying troubles, attributing them to overwork, and resorting to a glass of beer or a milk punch, which would for the time invigorate and relieve my weariness.

After awhile the stimulants commenced to disagree with my stomach, my weariness increased, and I was compelled to resort to other means to find relief.  If a physician is suffering he invariably calls another physician to prescribe for him, as he cannot see himself as he sees others; so I called a physician, and he advised me to try a little chemical food, or a bottle of hypophosphates.  I took two or three bottles of the chemical food with no apparent benefit.  My lassitude and indisposition seemed to increase, my food distressed me.  I suffered from neuralgic pains in different parts of my body, my muscles became sore, my bowels