tissues is washed out into the blood stream, pumped to the
lungs, and thrown out in the breath; and the body is returned in the
morning as fresh and good as new. The American honey does not always
pay for the sting.

Labor is the eternal condition on which the rich man gains an appetite
for his dinner, and the poor man a dinner for his appetite; but the
habit of constant, perpetual industry often becomes a disease.

In the Norse legend, Allfader was not allowed to drink from Mirmir's
Spring, the fount of wisdom, until he had left his eye as a pledge.
Scholars often leave their health, their happiness, their usefulness
behind, in their great eagerness to drink deep draughts at wisdom's
fountain. Professional men often sacrifice everything that is valuable
in life for the sake of reputation, influence, and money. Business men
sacrifice home, family, health, happiness, in the great struggle for
money and power. The American prize, like the pearl in the oyster, is
very attractive, but is too often the result of disease.

Charles Linnaeus, the great naturalist, so exhausted his brain by
over-exertion that he could not recognize his own work, and even forgot
his own name. Kirk White won the prize at Cambridge, but it cost him
his life. He studied at night and forced his brain by stimulants and
narcotics in his endeavor to pull through, but he died at twenty-four.
Paley died at sixty-two of overwork. He was called "one of the
sublimest spirits in the world."

President Timothy Dwight of Yale College nearly killed himself by
overwork when a young man. When at Yale he studied nine hours, taught
six hours a day, and took no exercise whatever. He could not be
induced to stop until he became so nervous and irritable that he was
unable to look at a book ten minutes a day. His mind gave way, and it
was a long time before he fully recovered.

Imagine the surprise of the angels at the death of men and women in the
early prime and vigor of life. Could we but read the notes of their
autopsies we might say less of mysterious Providence at funerals. They
would run somewhat as follows:--

NOTES FROM THE ANGELS' AUTOPSIES.

What, is it returned so soon?--a body framed for a century's use
returned at thirty?--a temple which was twenty-eight years in building
destroyed almost before it was completed? What have gray hairs,
wrinkles, a bent form, and death to do with youth?

Has all this beauty perished like a bud just bu