HAPPIEST OF ALL.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume XXIV, Issue 2086, 11 September 1896, Page 3

HAPPIEST OF ALL.

There is no time in tbe twenty-four hours when one ought to feel so thoroughly satisfied and content as immediately after a good hearty meal. And all healthy persons do 'feel so. The body's demands luve been met, and we are easy and comfortable as though we had paid off an old dun and had money left. We ere accessible, humane and goodnatured Then if ever we will grant a request without-grumbling. ' True benevolence' says a crusty old friend of mine, ' is located in a capable stomach recently filled.' Yes but what of the iocipable stomachs of which there are so many ?—stomachs tint disappoint and plague their owners till the act of feeding so delightful to others becomes an act to avoid the necessity of which they are almost willing to die ? Ah, that is quite another thing. These poor souls are r hey who ss>y; as Miss Wallace says in this leter of hers • I was no longer to be counted among those who have pleasure in eating. Far from if. As for me I was afraid to eat. I felt the need of food of course—the weakness and sinkiog that accompanied absfrneuce— but'what was Ito do? The moment I ate my distress and pain commenced. No matter how light ! my repast was or how careful I was not to hurry in taking it the reault was the same. The distress and gnawing pains followed with discomfort in the chest and a sense of choking as if some bits of food had lodged there and were irritating me. So objectionable and repugnant to me was the act*>f eating that for days together I didn't touch a morsel of solid food, subsisting entirely on milk and soda-water. Owing to this enforced lack of nourishment I got extremely weak and about as tbin as I could be. I mustnot forget to say that this happened tome, or rather it began to happen in July 1886 |when I was living at Wellington in Shropshire. It came on, as you may say, gradually and not with any sudden or acute symptoms. I fouhd myself low. languid, and tired. Then came the f-ilure of my appetite and the other things T have named. «I fook the usual medicines for indigestion, but tbey had no good effect. After six months' experience of this kind of misery I read in a book about Mother Seigel's Syrup as a remedy for this disease, and got a bottle from Mr Bates, the chemist in Wellington. Having used it a few days I felt relief, and when I had consumed two bottles I was entirely well. Since then I have heartily commended Mother's Seigel's Syrup to many friends, who have invariably been cured as I was. You have my permission to publish ray letter, if you desire to do so (Signed) Minnie Wallace, Nurss; The Union Workhouse, Oldham, February 22nd, 1895. In a communication dated January Bth 1895, Mrs Henrietta McCallum of Downsfield Roadj Walthamstow near London, states that her daughter Emma fell ill in the spring of 1886 with the same symptoms described by Miss Wallace. She craved food, yet when it was placed before her she turned from it almost with loathing. 'As time went on,' so runs the mother's letter, •my daughter became so weak Bhe could hardly walk. Neither home medicines or those of the doctors did any good. Her sufferings continued for over eight years. ' In June 1894 she began taking Mother Seigel's Syrup of which we had just read in a liitte book that was lelt at the house. In a week she was better, and in less than two months she was enjoying better health than ever before. She has since ailed nothing and can eat any kind of food. (Signed) (Mrs) Henrietta McCallum. ' Happy;' sings Homer, ' were they who fell under the high walls of Troy." Happier are they who have never fallen under the weight of indigestion or dyspepsia. Happiest, perhaps, of all are. they who have been lifted up by Mother Seigel's remedy and nlEced where once again they can eat drink and be merry- And if all these could be gathered together they would make a greater host than the Greek poet ever dreamod of.