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30 INTERIOR VISION.
Lupiow, and various other travellers, wrote regarding the use of one, early in the year 1855, I was led to make two experiments ; but may God forgive me for so doing. Nothing on earth could induce me to repeat them, or to suffer others to do so, for I know no possible good, but much of unmitigated evil, can result therefrom.
In attempting to gain lucidity, I strongly advise purely magnetical means, either at the hands of a judicious manipulator, or by
the means indicated herein. A magnetic bandage worn over the.
head, with the polar plates either in the front or back head, or covering either temple, may be worn to equalize the currents, and induce the slumber. A most splendid magnetic plate is made here in Boston, not only peculiarly adapted to.the above purposes, but also of infinite value to all sick persons, especially females, and men laboring under any form of nervous impotentia.
No one with eyes can help seeing the notorious fact that infanticide is becoming quite too common, nor, if he has a heart as it should be, avoid regretting that itis so. Not only does the evil exist among unmarried females, but to a far greater extent among the ‘“‘ married,” —as that term is generally understood. Why is this so? The last sad fact, I mean. The answer is all too easily reached. Itis because so many married women live, not in the anticipated heaven of wedlock, but in an unmitigated opposite thereof. Women who love their husbands, delight in the sweet, fond cares, and deep, full joys of maternity; and happy wives never stain their souls with murder, for such it is, at any stage of actual pregnancy, no matter what sophistry may be called into play to explain the thing away. Such casuistry is of no avail at the bar of final judgment, where God himself is on one side the bar in the shape of a quickened conscience, and a murdered human being on the other. No matter how successful the mother may be in the whirl of life and society, in drowning out the remembrance of the evil deed, there will, as surely as God lives, come a time when before her weeping eyes will flit the phantom shape of her dead baby, and that vision will cling to her for many a long epoch after she shall have crossed the boundaries of time, and entered the wide domain of eternity. How shall this dreadful thing be put to a final stop? I reply, not by preaching and denouncing, nor by holding up the horror to public view, for chat will never stop it. Just at this point Love comes in and says:— All these murders
Lupiow, and various other travellers, wrote regarding the use of one, early in the year 1855, I was led to make two experiments ; but may God forgive me for so doing. Nothing on earth could induce me to repeat them, or to suffer others to do so, for I know no possible good, but much of unmitigated evil, can result therefrom.
In attempting to gain lucidity, I strongly advise purely magnetical means, either at the hands of a judicious manipulator, or by
the means indicated herein. A magnetic bandage worn over the.
head, with the polar plates either in the front or back head, or covering either temple, may be worn to equalize the currents, and induce the slumber. A most splendid magnetic plate is made here in Boston, not only peculiarly adapted to.the above purposes, but also of infinite value to all sick persons, especially females, and men laboring under any form of nervous impotentia.
No one with eyes can help seeing the notorious fact that infanticide is becoming quite too common, nor, if he has a heart as it should be, avoid regretting that itis so. Not only does the evil exist among unmarried females, but to a far greater extent among the ‘“‘ married,” —as that term is generally understood. Why is this so? The last sad fact, I mean. The answer is all too easily reached. Itis because so many married women live, not in the anticipated heaven of wedlock, but in an unmitigated opposite thereof. Women who love their husbands, delight in the sweet, fond cares, and deep, full joys of maternity; and happy wives never stain their souls with murder, for such it is, at any stage of actual pregnancy, no matter what sophistry may be called into play to explain the thing away. Such casuistry is of no avail at the bar of final judgment, where God himself is on one side the bar in the shape of a quickened conscience, and a murdered human being on the other. No matter how successful the mother may be in the whirl of life and society, in drowning out the remembrance of the evil deed, there will, as surely as God lives, come a time when before her weeping eyes will flit the phantom shape of her dead baby, and that vision will cling to her for many a long epoch after she shall have crossed the boundaries of time, and entered the wide domain of eternity. How shall this dreadful thing be put to a final stop? I reply, not by preaching and denouncing, nor by holding up the horror to public view, for chat will never stop it. Just at this point Love comes in and says:— All these murders
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