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The great majority of 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 pi easedTo day he ties only the left arm, tomorrow the right, the next day a leg, and so on. Once m a while he ties us to our beds and keeps up there a week. How much would lie cost, us m hard cash m a year ? and how much wonld it be worth to us if we could chain him to a rock or hang him with his own rope ? Let •is have i roiu:h illustration or two A man was working on the Midland Railway as % signalman. We all know Avhat tha position is, and have some idea of the labor and responsibility. W'sll, 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 liup- ; bub 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 all 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 he h;id a signal to set 5< a collision might havo conic of ifc ; happily it did hot. 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, heartburn, weakness, &c. The doctors said he would have to give up his situation ; but he couldn't. There were the wife nd children to be looked out for, and only his earnings to do it with. But finally he broke down altogether, and was laid up for weeks, unconscious part of the time Then, we may say, he was tied hand and foot. His enemy had him fast, 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. Re sent for it and look a dose. Tn less than a month he was a well man ; the rope? were all cut away. If you write to him (Andrew Agge, Oulgaith; 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 sort all over England—all over the world. A few of them we hear of ; millions of them we' never hear of. Sometimes it is heart disease sometimes rheumatism; sometimes consumption ; sometimes general debility ; sometimes kidney and bladder complaint ; sometimes nervous prostration ; sometimes liver disorder. That is, the doctors 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 might live for ever, for aught we can tell. Yet how, m Mercy's name, can a man or woman work with death and corruption inside of 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 ft slow but sure poison, just as taking so many grains of arsenic every day would be. Here is another case, fchafc of a railway fireman, who writes from Hurlford. 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, Afc last I wont to a chemist and he promised to cure me m a week or two He sold me three vpvy 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, pf Mother Seigel's Syrup, and was better almost at once. How sorry I am I didn't use it years ago!" >Ye 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 It. P. Hopton, of Long Weston, says: " I am sixty-eight years old. Mother Seigel's Syrup lias not quite made me a young man again, bu|b It has cured me of asthma, nervous prostration, and a throat ailment arising from impure b|ood, 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 are bound until Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup sets them free,

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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2543, 14 October 1890

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PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2543, 14 October 1890