In the year 1847 they decided to go, and when they were ready to leave she called upon the Doctor, who gave her a recipe for what he said were "the best pills in the world." He had received the recipe from a celebrated doctor attached to the English army in India, where diseases of the liver are so prevalent, and had used it in his practice for many years. He charged her to guard it with care, as it would prove to be of great value in the new country to which she was going. Before leaving England, she pasted the recipe on the bottom of a bureau drawer (the key to which she kept herself), as the most secure place she could find. They finally reached America safely, and knowing of some friends who had settled in Vermont, they decided to go there, expecting to secure the fortune which they were confident awaited them. In this they were doomed to disappointment, but by patient industry they managed to live comfortably. After a while our father began to run down, and finally was taken severely sick with a complication of liver troubles. A doctor was at once called who said there was no help, as the disease had run so long. Poor mother, in despair, thought of the last gift of her old friend, the Doctor, and going to the old bureau drawer, she copied the recipe, and sent me with it to the nearest druggist, several miles distant. When I returned with the pills she began giving father the old doctor's remedy, and to her delight he began to improve, and soon regained his health. After that, if she heard any one was suffering from Biliousness, Liver Complaint, Neuralgia, or any such diseases, she would send them some of the pills, but never intended to offer them for sale. They soon gained such a reputation that mother could not afford