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The great majority o* people have to work for a living- with hands or head, or both. Very well. To make our living we must be able to labor so many hours m a day, days m a week, weeks m a year. Very good again. But suppose we each had an emeny who possessed the power to tie us up with a rope when he pleased* To day he ties only the left' arm, tomorrow the right, the- next day a leg, and so on. Ohce m a while he'ties us to our beds and keeps up' there a week. How much would he cost us m hard cash m a year '! and how much worild it be worth to us if we could chain 'him to a rock or hang him with his own rope 1 Let us have a rough illustration or two. A man was working on the Midland Railway as a signalman. We all know what the position is, and have some idea of the labor and responsibility. Well, he kept at it for several years, never missing a day. He knew his business, nobody better, and nothing went wrong on his section of; the lin« : but by-and-by his enemy began to. tie him up. Somehow he couldn't eat with a relish any more ; when he tried he was taken with such a distress it took sill the life out of him. Then he would have times when he was so giddy that everything went round and round like a whirligig. If , this had happened when Le had a signal to set, a collision might have come •£ it; happily ' it did not. Other ropes were tried around him ; he had pains m the chest and sides, his bowels became costive, tongue coated, bad taste m the mouth, L heartb'urh, weakness, &c. The doctors said he would have to give up his r . situation; but he couldn t. There > were tfye wife md children to be looked out for, and on\y his earnings,, to do it with: ■ Bub finally he broke down altogether, and was laid up lot weeks, unconscious part of the time. Then, we may say, he was tied hand and foot. His enemy had him fust, and came nigh killing him. One day, after the doctors had given him up, his mind was clear, and he remembered a medicine —half the bottle full--he had hidden away m a locker m a signal box and forgotten all about it. He sent for it and look a dose. Jn^less than a month 1 he avos a well mail; flic ropes were all cut away. If you writfe to him (Andrew Agge, .Culgaith, Cumberland) he tell you this medicine was Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and his ailment was indigestion and dyspepsia. But, whilst he was ill with it, he might as well—yes, better—have been tied to a stake. There are lots of cases- of ■ this wort all over England—all over the world.' A few of them we hear of ; millions of them we never hear of. Sometimes itis heart disease sometimes rheumatism; sometimes consumption ; sometimes general debility ; sometimes kidney and bladder complaint; sometimes nervous prostration; Hometimes liver disorder. That is, the doctor* call it by all these hard names, but at bottom it is indigestion and dyspepsia, and all these other so-called diseases are just tokens and symptoms of that—neither more nor less. If a man never had any trouble with his stomach, he mifcht live for ever, for aught we can tell. Yet how, m Mercy's name,' can * man or woman work with death and corruption inside o£ the body—with the stomach full of decaying food, sending poison through the blood to every joint, muscle, and' nerve % This is what dyspepsia does. Indigestion is a slow bub sure poison, just as taking ho many grains of arsenic every day would be. Here is another case, that of a railway fireman, who writes froni Huriford. He says: "I have been a suffer from mdi gestion and dyspepsia for three years ; I tried several doctors, but got worse all the time. At last I went to a chemist and ho promised to cure me m a week or two. He sold me three very expensive bottles of medicine, and all the effect I felt from it was the loss of my money, Then I got hold of a'bottle of Mother SeigeTs Syrup, and was better almost at once. How sorry I am I didn't use it years ago 1" We can give this man's name if you care to have it. He didn't want it printed. But he was as good as tied up for a long while. Illness is a, strong rope. Here is one more illustration. Mr R. P. Hopton, of Long Weston, says: "I am sixty-eight years old. Mother Seigel's Syrup has not quite made me a young man again, but it has cured me of asthma, nervous prostration, and a throat ailment arising from impure blood. I was too ill to labour, yet can*now do my work, thanks to that great remedy. You may • publish the fact. The whole complication cam* first from indigestion." " ; And this is the way people 1 anW bound until Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup sets them free.'

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PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2539, 9 October 1890

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PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2539, 9 October 1890