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There is an old saying that physicians are a class of men who pour drugs, of which they know little, into bodies of which they know less. This is both true and untrue at the same time. There are good and poor lawyers, and good and poor doctors. The trouble with these medical gentlemen as a profession is that they are clannish and apt to be conceited. They don't like to be beaten at their own trade by outsiders who have never studied medicine. They therefore pay, by their frequent failures, the penalty ot refusing instruction unless the teacher bears their own '' Hall Mark." An eminent physician—' Dv Brown-Sequard of Paris —states the facti accurately when he »ays : " The medical profession are so bound up m their self-confidence and conceit that they allow the diamond truths of science to be picked up by person entirely outside their ranks." We give a most interesting incident, which illustrates this important truth. The steamship "Concordia," of the Donaldson Line sailed from Glasgow for Baltimore m 1887, having on board as a fireman a man named Richard Wade, of Glasgow. He had been a fireman for fourteen years on various ships sailing to America, China, and India. He had borne the hard and exhausting labor, and had been healthy and strong. On the trip we now name he began for the first time to feel weak and ill. His appetite failed, and he suffered from drowsiness, heartburn, a bad taste m the mouth, and costiveness and irregularity ct the bowels. Sometimes when at work he had attacks of giddiness, but supposed it to be caused by the heat of the fire room. Quite often he was sick and felt like Tomiting, and had some pain m the head. Later during the passage he grew worse, and when the hip reached Halifax he was placed m the Victoria General Hospital, and the ship sailed away without him. The house surgeon gave him some powders to stop the vomiting, and the next day the visiting physician gave him a mixture to take every four hours. Within two days Wade was so much worse that the doctors stopped both he powders and the mixture. A month passed, the poor fireman getting worse and worse* Then came another doctor, who was to be Tisiting physician for the next five months. He gave other medicines, but not much relief. Nearly all that time Wade suffered great torture j he digested nothing throwing up all he ate. There was terrible pain m the bowels burning heat m the throat, heartburn, and racking headache. The patient was now taking a mixture every four hours, powders, one after each meal to digest the food, operating pills one every night, and temperature pills two each night ito stop the cold sweats. If drugs could cure him at all, Richard had »n idea that he took enough to do it. But on the other hand pleurisy set m and tht doctor, took ninety ounces of matter from lm> right side and then told him he was sure to die. Five months more rolled by and there •>■ another change of visiting phyaiciansh The new one gave Wade a mixture whica he said made him tremble like a leaf on tree. At this crisis Wade's Scotch blood asserted itself. He refused to stand any more dosing, and t»ld the doctors that if he must die he could die as well without them as with them. By this time a cup of milk would turn sour on his stomach, and lie there for days. Our friend from Glasgow was like a wreck on a shoal, fast going to pieces. We will let him tell the rest of his experience m the words m which he communicated it to the press. H« says: "When I Avas m this state a lady whom I had never seen came to the hospital and talked with me. She proved to be an angel of mercy, for without her I ■hould not now lie alive. She told me of a medicine called ' Mother Seigel» Curative Syrup,' and brought me a bottle next day. I started with it, without consulting the doctors, and m only a few days' time Iwas 0M t of bed calling for havi and eggs for breakfast. From that time keeping on with Mother Seigel's great remedy, I got well fast, and was soon able to leave the hospital and come home to Glasgow. I now feel as if I wan m another world, and have no luess of any kind." The. above facts are calmly and impartially stated, and the reader may draw his own conclusion. We deem it best to use no names although Mr Wade gave them m his original deposition. His address is No. 244, Stobcrose Street, Glasgow, where letter* will reach him, Kmtoii

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TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2487, 9 August 1890

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TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2487, 9 August 1890