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Show BY PATH AND TKAIL. 209 despair exclaims, " I looked for one that would grieve with me and there was none; and for one that would cc mfort me and I found no one." The days are so long, so full of melancholy forebod ings, of pleasant and unpleasant memories, of fears of dissolution and the hope of life; and after the day tEe wearisome night and intermittent slumbers, and even these broken with hacking coughs, with the dreaded chills and burning fever, and, perhaps, unwelcome dreams. Here each human will is . putting up a brave fight against treacherous and insidious foes, fiendishly cun ning in their methods of attack. It is the combat of the body against millions of bacterial activities, of micro scopic parasites, which, living, feed upon the lungs, and when dead poison the blood. In this unequal fight for life the soul is ever active, helping the body its yet liv ing tabernacle and beloved companion with hope, with splendid determination, and whispering to it with un quenchable love, " What magnificent help this friendly air of Arizona is giving us." Then the body has an other friend, severe, if you will, but a friend the ter rible cough, that racks the body with heroic determina tion to tear out the dead and decaying bacteria poisoning the human temple. And now, " Swing outward, ye gates of the future; Swing inward, ye gates of the past, For the dark shades of night are retiring, And the white lights are breaking at last. ' ' The therapeutic air and loving soul are winning out. The cough is bidding good- bye to the body, its help is no longer required, the dreaded night sweats have van- |