... In all Babylon there was none more beautiful than she. She was the enchantment of the people of Babylon; the gods had sent her down to earth as the most perfect and most wondrous of all the gods' sendings.. She was lovelier than the rose... Her breath was sweeter than the breath of violets... And her mouth was like a cup of red wine... And he was the handsomest and strongest of the youth of Babylon.. Beautiful as a god... And strong as the lion of the forest..

They lived in two adjoining houses; he saw her and she saw him, from their earliest childhood. Together they climbed the trees of the forest, and hid in the thickets, and swam in the nearby spring.

And "Thisbe" loved the fruit of the white mulberry — the red mulberry was not yet known — so "Pyramus" would climb the mulberry trees and shake them, and the delicious fruit would fall onto the green grass, and they would laugh together...

And they grew, with the trees of the forest, as though in the forest they were themselves trees — two firm-rooted cedars, watched over by the light and the dew, the night and the moon and the birds...

And they knew that it was love... this thing that troubles and torments, this thing whose taste is sweet in the mouth, like an intoxication, and this thing that turns the heart bitter as though a knife were in it...

And they knew sleeplessness and tears... on the moonlit nights, and

the dark nights.. They knew that it was love, this thing that bound them together with a fine, hidden, wondrous thread... And if it was not love?

Then what was it? What is this ceaseless throbbing? What is this unending longing... Why does he see her as the most radiant thing in his life... And why does she see him as the most radiant thing in her life... Yes — it is love...

And "Pyramus" went to speak to his father about this love, and "Thisbe" spoke to her father... And behold, the two fathers refused, and were haughty... The devils of evil multiplied between them and enmity took root; they turned against one another and quarreled... But the quarrel could not overcome this love; it blazed the hotter and grew the more passionate...

"Pyramus" thought of nothing but his beloved; he began to compose verses about her and to send forth his song, telling the birds and the trees, the moon and the stars, of his love, and imploring the gods — and the gods were moved to pity — while she wept through her nights, beseeching the gods of mercy and love to reach the two of them with their compassion...

And the gods commanded... and the earth quaked with its quaking... Now the room in which "Pyramus" slept adjoined the room in which "Thisbe" slept, separated by a wall common to

the two houses. The earthquake opened a crack fine as a hair, so that the air of the two rooms met... And "Pyramus's" singing began to steal into his beloved's room, and the sobbing of her tears to steal into his... And through this crack the two lovers sent their complaint and their longing.

— Thisbe, Thisbe! — Who? Who calls me? — Thisbe, it is I... I, Pyramus. — From where does your voice come? — From here. Did you not feel the earthquake? — Yes, it happened last night. — It opened a crack in the wall.. And I am speaking to you through it. — Pyramus... — Thisbe. — I pour out my heart at your feet through this crack! — And I pour out my tears

Kruschen — Rheumatism

RHEUMATISM

cannot long withstand the action of "Kruschen" Salts, for they drive out the painful waste matter left behind by uric acid, which causes the aches and pains.

"Kruschen" Salts also help the kidneys to excrete these poisons through the natural channels.

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