While the boom of cannon and fireworks sound in my ears, proclaiming liberty, in mortal's sense fashion, is it not an appropriate time for me to recall my independence day?
The July Journal has just come to hand "with healing in its wings."
Two years ago I was a sufferer from nervous prostration, attended with its usual company, indigestion, headaches, kidney troubles etc. I had been obliged to abandon a good business, and seek out-door work; but finally, not succeeding in such work, I returned to my old occupation of teaching. One day, while talking with an old fellow-townsman, I was told of a conversation that gentleman had with a travelling man (a Scientist).
