"5. I am conscious of a lighter step and a more elastic spring in all my

limbs. Indeed, a brisk walk now is a pleasure which I seek to gratify,

whereas before the prescribed walk for the sake of exercise was a

horrible bore to me.

"6. I go to my study and to my pulpit on an empty stomach without any

sense of loss of strength mentally or physically--on the other hand,

with freshness and vigor which is delightful. In this respect I am quite

sure that I am in every way advantaged."

Rev. George Sherman Richards, after more than fifteen years of frequent

severe headaches that were supposed to be due to heredity, has had

entire freedom during the five years of the No-breakfast Plan. He can

hardly be surpassed as a picture of perfect health.

One of the first prominent converts who finally surrendered to Mr.

Haskell, whose persistence was beyond fatigue, was the editor of the

Norwich, Conn., _Bulletin_, a special friend. There was no want of

conviction on his part, but the evil day to begin the morning fast was

continually postponed. Finally, one morning when he was specially busy

and charged with impatience, the beaming and hopeful face of Mr. Haskell

appeared. Said the busy man, "Mr. Haskell, if you will walk right out

of that door, I will promise you to begin tomorrow morning to do without

breakfasts." Mr. Haskell walked out--the breakfasts were given up, and

some years later I was personally informed that he believed that his

life had been saved thereby.

[Illustration: REV. GEORGE SHERMAN RICHARDS,

Rector of Christ Church, Meadville, Pa.]

One of the expedients was to send a circular about the book to every

foreign missionary of every denomination, and as a result one of these

fell into the hands of Rev. W. E. Rambo, in India. He had become a mere

shadow of his former self from ulcerated bowels, the sequel of a badly

treated case of typhoid fever. For seven months there had been daily

movements tinged with blood; the appetite was ravenous, and large meals

were taken without any complainings from the stomach. Before a

well-spread table his desire to eat would become simply furious, and it

was indulged regardless of quality and quantity. His brain system had

become so exhausted that reason and judgment had no part in this

hurricane of hunger.

There were seven successive physicians in this case, some of them with

many titles. The first one he called on reaching New England cut his

food down to _six bland meals daily_. All of them had tried to cure the

offending ulcers by dosings. Think whether bleeding ulcers on the body

would get well with their tender surfaces subjected to the same

grinding, scratching process from bowel rubbish!

He was in condition on his arrival to lose six pounds during the first

week of six "bland" daily meals. After reading the _True Science of

Living_ he discharged his physician and came under my personal care.

These ulcers were treated with the idea of giving them the same rest as

if each had been the end of a fractured bone. To relieve pain, to hold

the bowel still, and to abolish the morbid hunger, a few doses with the

hypodermic needle were a seeming necessity.

In less than two weeks this starving man of skin and bones was relieved

of all symptoms of disease, and there seemed a moderate desire for food

of the nourishing kind. Less than two weeks were required for all those

ulcers to become covered with a new membrane: but for full three weeks

only those liquid foods were given that had no rubbish in them to prove

an irritant to the new, delicate membrane covering the ulcers. For a

time after the third week there was only one light daily meal, with a

second added when it seemed safe to take it.

In a little more than three months there was a gain of forty-two and a

half pounds of flesh, as instinct with new, vigorous life as if freshly

formed by the divine hand. My last word from this restored man was after

he, his wife, and four children had been back in India for a year and a

half, where they were all living on the two-meal plan without any

sicknesses, and he had a class of one hundred and sixty native boys on

the same plan.

Who can fail to see the science and the sense to relieve all diseases

of the digestive tract? There are no cases of hemorrhoids not malignant

in character, in which total relief will not be the result if fasts are

long enough; no cases of anal fistula that will not finally close if

they can have that rest from violence that is their only need; and

equally all ulcers and fissures that make life a history of torture.

No case with structural disease of any part of the digestive tract not

malignant has yet come under my care in which there has not been a cure,

or in which there has not been a cure in sight. Through a fast we may

let the diseased parts in the digestive tract rest as we would a broken

bone or wound on the body.

Several missionaries have regained health on these new lines, who have

returned to preach and practise a larger gospel than before. One

returned from the Congo region of Africa with such wreckage of health as

to make any active service impossible. Mr. Haskell met him in New York,

and in time he returned with twenty-four missionaries, all as converts

to the new gospel of health, and to have that sustained health only

possible through a larger obedience to the laws of God "manifest in the

flesh"--obedience that takes into account the moral science, the physics

and the chemistry of digestion.

These and those others who have had their lives redeemed from lingering

death through the simple, easy ways of Nature never suffer their

enthusiasm to wane. Not to volunteer aid when unintentional suicide is

going on seems nothing less than criminal.

As a means to better health the utility of the morning fast is beyond

estimate. In all other modes of health culture there is a great deal of

time consumed in certain exercises that are certain to be given up in

time. What the busy world requires is a mode to gain and maintain the

health that requires neither time nor thought--one that is really

automatic.

We arise in the morning with our brain recharged by sleep, and we go at

once about our business. If we take a walk or go to the gymnasium, we

simply waste that much time, and we also lessen the stored-up energy by

whatever of effort is called out. We can skip the dumb-bells and perform

any other kind of exercise that is good for the health; and always with

the certainty that we shall have more strength for the first half of the

day if none is wasted in this way. As a matter of mere enjoyment, walks

in fresh air are beneficial, but not as an enforced exercise for the

reason of health.

For the highest possibilities for a day of human service there must be a

night of sound sleep; and then one may work with muscle or with mind

much longer without fatigue if no strength is wasted over untimely food

in the stomach, no enforced means to develop health and strength. When

one has worked long enough to become generally tired there should be a

period of rest, in order to regain power to digest what shall be so

eaten as to cause the brain the least waste of its powers through

failure to masticate.

One need not always wait until noon to eat the first meal. Those in good

health have found that they can easily go till noon before breaking the

fast; but in proportion as one is weak or ailing the rule should be to

stop all work as soon as fatigue becomes marked, and then rest until

power to digest is restored. To eat when one is tired is to add a burden

of labor to all the energies of life, and with the certainty that no

wastes will be restored thereby.

For the highest efforts of genius, of art, of the simplest labors of the

hands, the forenoon with empty stomach and larger measure of stored-up

energy of the brain is by far the better half of the day; and, more than

this, it is equally the better for the display of all the finer senses

of the tastes, the finer emotions of soul life. In addition to

these--and what is vastly more important--it is by far the better half

of the day for the display of that energy whereby disease is cured. All

this with no power lost in any special exercise for the health!

The time to stop the forenoon labor is when the need to rest has become

clearly apparent; and there must be rest before eating, to restore the

energy for digestion. This always determines Nature's time when the

first meal shall be taken, and not the hour of the day.

This is especially important to all who are constitutionally weak or

have become disabled through ailings or disease. Disappointments have

come to hundreds who have given up breakfasts, because of the mistaken

idea that they must wait till noon before breaking the fast, and hence

had become too tired to digest; and therefore experienced a loss rather

than a gain from the untimely noon meals.

The desire for morning food is a matter of habit only. Morning hunger is

a disease under culture, and they who feel the most need have the most

reason to fast into higher health. They who claim that their breakfasts

are their best meals; that they simply "cannot do one thing" until they

have eaten, are practically in line with those who must have their

alcoholics before the wheels can be started.

Now it has been found by the experience of thousands that by wholly

giving up the morning meal all desire for it in time disappears, which

could hardly be the case if the laws of life were thereby violated; and

the habit once fully eradicated is rarely resumed.

To give up suddenly the use of alcoholics or of tobacco in any of its

forms is to call out loudest protests from the morbid voices that have

been kept silent by those soothing powers; and yet no one would accept

those loud cries as indicating an actual physiological need. The

difficulties arising from giving up the morning meals--even as those

from giving up the morning grog--are an exact measure of the need that

they shall be given up in order that health, and not disease, shall be

under culture.

I once heard a Rev. Mrs. tell a large audience of ministers that for

more than a week she spent most of her forenoons in bed to endure better

the headaches and other angry, protesting voices that were averse to the

no-breakfast plan. She won her case, and thence on a hint of headache or

other morbid symptoms was a matter of humiliation and fasting, with

prayer for forgiveness and for greater moral strength against the

temptations of relish.

With many people the breaking of the breakfast habit costs only less of

will-power than is called out by attempts to break the alcoholic or

tobacco habit; but by persistence a complete victory is certain for all,

and the forenoons become a luxury of power in reserve.

Now, I must warn all that very many persons who adopt the No-breakfast

Plan are disappointed, because they have become chronic in the ways of

unwitting sin: they are like thin-soiled farms long-cropped without soil

culture. Harvests in either case can only come by the study and practice

of the laws of nutrition.

The besetting sin against all such ailing mortals, the lines of whose

lives are frequently of the hardest, is that the friends all oppose

cutting down the daily food from the dreadfully mistaken impression that

weakness and debility from disease are the measure of the need to eat,

not the measure of the inability to digest.

Scores of times I have been written to by this class of patients as to

their troubles from friends in this way. Scores of times I have been

consulted as to the safety of this method in daily living for the old,

as if it were a tax upon the constitutional powers to stop sinning

against them! As well ask whether one may get too old as to make it

dangerous to cut down daily whiskey or daily labor that is clearly

beyond the reasonable use of the powers.

Those who are the victims of chronic diseases and have become greatly

enfeebled by overwork of body, mind, or stomach, will have to work out

their salvation with most discouragingly slow progress; but not to work,

not to try, is to invite the processes of disease culture.

Now, as to the time when that first meal of the day shall be taken.

Since the best meal of the day in all America with the great majority of

the people is at noon, this time may well be selected as the most

fitting. Since the man of muscle loses no time in taking his breakfast,

he should be able with good sense to rest an hour before this noon meal.

Those whose general energies give out earlier in the morning and do not

care to have general meals prepared in advance of the usual hour, can

put in the time in the best possible way by resting into power of relish

and digestion, the evil of eating when tired being that the exhausted

feeling is only increased.

Now think what forenoons may be had with no time lost over breakfasts,

none in thinking about the health or in doing anything for it, and not

only to have the best and strongest use of the reason, judgment, and

muscles, but also to have the best possible conditions for the cure of

ailings! Think, too, what it would be to the mothers of the land not to

have any need to go into their kitchens until the time to prepare the

noon meal arrived!

Can children while growing rapidly do without breakfasts? They certainly

can without a hint of discomfort, and be all the better for it in every

way.

A few months ago I spent some hours in Illinois, where the no-breakfast

plan had been practised for two years. When the plan was begun there was

a pale, delicate mother of four children, who was enduring a life that

had no cheer. During the first year the battle was a severe one, not a

little aggravated by the assurance of all sympathetic friends that

resulting evil was making its mark on all the lines of expression; but

health with its life and color finally came to silence the uttered

disapproval.

There was a boy in the home who was subject to the severest headaches

every week, and who was much wasted in his body when he began: he had

become robust and wholly relieved of all his ailings. There was a plump,

rosy-cheeked girl of fourteen who for a year had taken only one daily

meal, and yet a better nourished body I never saw.

Now in this family the only warm, general meal, and this a plain one,

was at noon. The evening meal was entirely of bread and butter taken

without even a sitting at the table. What happy, healthy children they

were! And the mother was in a great deal better health to do all the

work of the kitchen: work, she strongly asserted, which was not nearly

half of what it formerly was. For her there was a cure, a great increase

of strength, and a great reduction of the most taxing of all the duties

of the home-life.

If there is such a thing as an attack of disease, it cannot occur in the

forenoon when there is an empty stomach and all the powers are at their

best for resisting disease; and where children are fed as these are,

disease, acute or chronic, is only a remote possibility.

I belong to a family of seven; the oldest is beyond seventy, the

youngest beyond fifty. This No-breakfast Plan has been very closely

adhered to with all for not less than twelve years, and during this time

not one of us has had any acute sickness; and I am not aware that any

have diseases of the chronic kind.

The accompanying illustration is that of Mrs. E. A. Quiggle,

sister of the Author, after twelve years' trial of The

No-breakfast Plan.

[Illustration: MRS. E. A. QUIGGLE,

Chicago, Ill.]

IX.

The utility of eating with thoroughness is strongly illustrated in the

following cases:

Mr. Horace Fletcher, the author and traveller, took to the

one-daily-meal plan to cut down his abnormal weight, having the patience

to masticate all sense of taste from each mouthful before swallowing. I

saw him after he had been on this plan for some months: there had been a

weight loss of some forty pounds; a nasal catarrh of many years had been

cured, and he strongly asserted that in every way he felt himself

twenty-five years younger.

He had been living a week on baked potatoes for experimental reasons

when I met him, and without experiencing any morbid sensations: a more

perfect specimen of physical health I never gazed upon. To all

dyspeptics who are willing to work for their health through pains and

patience, his little work, _Glutton or Epicure_, is strongly

recommended.

A dyspeptic from Vermont came to me who for ten years had eaten three

hearty meals daily, none of which had ever satisfied his hunger. He was

in a very low mental state when he came, and feeble in body: for fully

ten years both himself and physician had held the stomach accountable

for all its complainings, and with no thought of avoidable cause.

I put him on one meal a day, as there was still some power of digestion,

and with the following list for the daily bill of fare: baked potatoes

well buttered, bread and butter, beans dressed with butter, fish or lamb

chops, and rice or oatmeal only if strongly desired; all sugar foods

debarred, and no drinks except water as thirst called for it between the

meals. The constipated bowels were permitted their own times for action.

The mouthfuls were small and far apart--like dashes between words--not

less than forty-five minutes were spent in masticating. Very soon there

was a general rousement of new life in every way. His first surprise was

in an unwonted sense of relish and a complete sating of hunger long

before he had eaten the old-time amounts.

There was a fresh revelation to me in this, as I had not before been so

impressed that by slow eating the hunger-spell is also dissipated in

part by time, and hence there is much less danger of eating to excess.

Hunger comes in part from habit, and it is appeased, with or without

eating, with equal completeness. The hunger-habit can be trained to come

at almost any fixed time.

Not long since I read of a farmer who kept his horses in apparently

perfect condition on one feeding, and only at night: they had become so

trained that they had no desire for food until their labors were over.

At night they both ate and rested, and made good the waste of the day;

they were fully nourished and rested by morning, and could labor all the

forenoon without loss of energy diverted to digestion: at noon they

would rest--become strong for the labors of the day.

There can be no doubt, I think, that the strongest sense of hunger at

the regular eating-time could be dissipated by a fast not longer in

duration than that of an ordinary meal-time.

My patient's bowels gave no hint of their locality until the eighteenth

day, when they acted with little effort; on the twenty-fourth day again

in a perfect way, and thereafter daily. The mind became ecstatic through

perfect relief from mental and physical depression; there were no wants

for other than those simple foods, and at the end of a month he left me

with new views as to Nature's power of selection to meet her needs and

of the vast utility of using both time and food to dissipate hunger.

The waste with most people is so small that the cost of the food, the

cost of time in preparation, could be reduced to a startling fraction if

the need could be actually known, and the pleasures of the palate

increased by an inverse ratio. There is no redemption for women on the

earth who have the care of kitchens except through simpler, smaller

meals--meals so very far apart that there shall be a maximum of the

hunger-sense of relish and the resulting maximum of power to convert

them into tissues instinct with life.

It may be that the waste is so very trifling, especially with

brain-workers, that one may be a vegetarian, fruitarian, or even an

eater of pork, without positive violence to practical physiology. There

is this further very practical consideration, that when Nature is so

fairly dealt with that she can speak in natural tones she will call only

for those foods easily available along geographical lines.

There is this to be said about fruits, that all those containing acids

decompose the gastric juice, as they all contain potash salts in union

with fruit acids. As soon as they reach the stomach the free

hydrochloric acid of the gastric juice unites with the potash, setting

the fruit acid free to irritate the stomach. There is never any desire

for acid fruits through real hunger, especially those of the hyperacid

kinds: they are simply taken to gratify that lower sense--relish.

The tropical fruits are without acids, and therefore are well adapted to

a class of people who have only the least use for muscle and brains.

Acid fruits can only be taken with apparent impunity by the young and

old, who can generate gastric juice copiously. Because of the general

impression that they are healthful and no tax, human stomachs are

converted into cider-mills at will, regardless of between meal-times. By

their ravishing flavor and apparent ease of digestion apples still play

an important part in the "fall of man" from that higher estate, the

Eden without its dyspepsia.

What shall we eat? The fig-leaved savage under his bread-fruit tree, the

fur-clad Eskimo in his ice-hut, need not be asked: the needed food is in

all due supply with little cost of muscle and less of mind--and he has

no mental condition that can disturb the digestion.

The simpler waste-restoring foods have a flavor of their own that needs

little reinforcement if developed by due mastication and with adequate

hunger. In my own case butter duly salted seems to be my only natural

appetizer aside from hunger; and yet I must own that at times new honey

has a wonderful effect on the mouth-glands.

The difference between eating from hunger and mere relish, as fruits and

the various sweetened foods are eaten, is a new study in dietetics, and

one more important can scarcely be conceived. It can hardly be

intelligently studied without taking into due account this new

physiology. With rarest exceptions the need of food is estimated by the

mere pleasure that comes from relish--that kind of relish that is

evolved from the pies, puddings, ice creams, the last course in Sunday

dinners, never taken until the limits of stomach expansion are nearly

reached.

X.

Some of the external evidences of that general regeneration which comes

through Nature will now be given. We will study the human face as we

study the earth when the favoring conditions of Spring rouse all Nature

to newness of life. The face shall be our human landscape.

I select a face in which the eyes are dull from debility, in which there

is no sparkle of soul, and beneath are the dark venus-hanging clouds.

The face has a dull, lifeless cast; the veins are all enlarged from

debility, and cover the larger arteries as with a mourner's pall, save

where there are patches as of clouds on fire, where disease of the skin

enlivens the drear landscape. There are pimples large and small, some

with overflowing volcanoes; there are no lines of expression: these are

changed to lines of morbid anatomy. We listen, and there are no echoes

of departed joys; look as we will, and we see no evidence of the

existence of a soul.

The ultimate of this picture is death from unrecognized suicide; death,

a slow dying to every sense that made life worth living. There is this

about these deaths that go on through the months and years: they

exaggerate the worst instincts of the soul as it is dragged down--down

through brain-wasting largely avoidable if only understood.

The instant result of a total suspension of the use of the brain power

in the digestive tract is the evolution of life: new life is sent to the

remotest cell as by an electric charge. The nutrient vessels of the eye

tone down in size, and there is polish, sparkle where there was only

dimness; and on the face the venus clouds, black and red, begin to

disappear; the toning of the veins condenses the skin, and thereby the

ruddy arteries are uncovered, and a color that has life appears; the

pimples, the hillocks, even have a brighter look as they slowly shrink

from sight. Finally, the skin becomes of a plush-like texture, soft,

condensed, and with tints that compare as the tints of flowers with the

faded colors of the house-painter, or as the matchless tint and plush of

the perfect peach to the spotted, colorless, wilted, degenerated

representative awaiting the garbage-barrel; and the cherry lips, the

cherry gums, and the whiter teeth--Nature does not match them

otherwheres.

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