Quit Your Worrying!

now how to use them properly, as well as those whose nervous system is naturally weak and easily disorganized. Nervous prostration is a disease of over

p again, and while eating were to work his arms and legs as if he were riding. It is the slave-driver that stands over the slave and co

he squirrel-cage whirligig of modern society life. Modern business life is not much better. Men compel themselves to the endless task of amassing money without knowing why they amass it. They make money, that they may enlarge their factories, to make more ploughs, to get more money, t

rs of study and over-conscientious because they want to do them, and the laggards because they must, if they are to keep up with their classes. If the parents of such children are not careful, the

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o worry. When we medical men speak of the workings of the brain we make use of a term both expressive and characteristic. It is to cerebrate. To cerebrate mea

rain no rest, but rather keeps the delicate cells in constant and continuous action. Work is wear; worry is tear. Overwork, mental strain, and

patient lacks resistance, and, becoming anemic and run down, falls a prey to any and every little ailment,

f the disregard we show toward the ordinary laws of health and hygiene; they are the results of the

rry, and worry causes nervous prostration. Those who overwork their bodies and minds-who drive themselves either with the cares of business, the amassing of

result in the disturbance of the harmony or equilibrium of our nature-whether we regard it as physical, mental, or spiritual. This may seem to be a trancendental statement-perhaps it is. But I am confidently assured of its essential truth. That man or woman who is truly engaged i

ould care for yourself you must disregard

roduces nervous prostration

y foes." Health and happiness often disappear from those who fail to sleep, for sleep, indeed, is "tired Nature

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for we are told that "He giveth His beloved sleep." The sacred

mate excuse, for as soon as the plan is laid, rest will come, and he will sleep. Is he thinking over the mistakes of the past and sensibly and wisely taking counsel from them? If so, he will speedily come to a decision, and then sleep will bring grateful oblivion. Is

ntal labor, he has done absolutely nothing, has not progressed one inch, is still in the clutch of the same vicious treadmill. Brain weary, nerve weary, is there any wonder that he rolls and tosses, throws over his pillow, kicks off the clothes, groans, almost cries aloud in his agony of longing for rest. Poor victim of worry and sleeplessness, how I long to help you get rid of your evil habit and save others from falling into it. For both worry and sleeplessness are habits, easily gained, and once

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afety, sweet sleep lays its soothing hand upon the work-worn brain and bod