A STORY 3000 YEARS OLD.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume XLVIII, Issue 2390, 28 July 1899, Page 3

A STORY 3000 YEARS OLD.

You know the aucieut story about Penelope, the wile of Ulyssea ? No doubt, for it has been told over and over for the last 3000 years. -Nevertheless let us have it once more cut short. Ulysses went off to the ware and left Penelope at home. A very long tinr.e elapsed and he didn't come back. People tried to persuade her to marry again. She said she would as soon as she finished a piece of cloth she waa wearing. All right, they s*id, thinking they should have her married again before the new moon was old. But they were disappointed. Determined to await the return of her husband she picked apart every night us much of the cloth Aβ she had woven during the day. "A very obvious device," you say, "yet what of io?" A good deal of it. It made the old Greek vagabond happy on his return, and it furnishes me with a neat and effective illustration. Kindly read the following letter, and you will see the point for your* self :— "In the spring of 1886 I began to suffer from illness. I felt weak, languid, and tired. My appetite was very poor, and what little food I took gave me great pain at the cheat, sides, and back. After every meal I was sick, my stomach beiDg unable to retain my food. I dieted myself, taking only' plain and simple food, buc this made ao difference. " As time went on, the pain at my chest and side iucreased, until it was like a knife cutting me. In this way I continued unlil Ootjber, 1889, when I was obliged to give up my situation. At this time I was in eeivice at the Rectory, l'etaworth. " I returned to my home, where I finally became so weak that I could not lift a knife to my mouth. I was fed on slops, but even thie light nourishment gave me intense pain end distress. I got little or no sleep at eight, and wasted tiway so much tint I did not think I should live. ■' During my long illness I was treated by oeveral different physicians, but their medicines 'did me no good. In March, 1890, my mother persuaded me to try Mother Sergei's Curative Syrup. After taking one bottle I found],relief. The sickness left me and my food gave me no pain. After having used three bottles I was cured, and have never bal i<. day's illness since. My mistresa and otiieru asked what had cured me, and I told tlj' in it was Mother Seigel's Syrup. I am wiil.ug that this statement should be pub- j lished. (Signed) Mrs Agnes Sadler, Coombe Wood, Cuddesdon, near Wheatley, Oxfordshire, February 2nd, 1894.'?- ■■■ • The idea is that the lady's stomach rejected food, and that she wasted away. vVhy ? Because the human body is like the ■web or cloth which Penelope was weaving and unravelling, so long ago. The food we eat weaves it bigger, and wear and tear pick it to pieces. This happens every day—all the time When the weaving equals the unravelling, you are well; when the unravelling is more than the weaving, you do what Mrs Sadler did —you waste away. The weaver (or builder) is the stomach and the other organs of digestion. Our -correspondent suffered from a failure of these organs to do their work. Her food lay and fermented in her stomach. Hence all her pain and sickness. Unless one can digest it is worse than useless to eat. Because, instead of making you feel strong, courageous, and ambitious, food turns against you; becomes sour, rotten, and poisonous, and scatters the seeds of suffering iv every part of your body reached by the corrupted blood ; and that is everywhere. This is indigestion and dyspepsia—the bane and curse of all life, civilised or savage, since man appeared on the earth. Bead Mrs Sadler's letter again to learn how it begins, how it advances, the horrors of being a slave to it, and (best of all) how to cure it.

Homer made Penelope famous in a poem ; but through their letters and. words of thanks for rescue from Buffering, the women of England have conferred a better renowu on Mother Seigel and her great discovery.