"HOW SHAILL WE DECIDE THIS QUESTION?".

Auckland Star, Volume XXIII, Issue 253, 22 October 1892, Page 2

"HOW SHAILL WE DECIDE THIS QUESTION?".

Now, whiehisthe tcoru—tohave no appetiitfor your dinner, or to have no dinner for your appet\l« !

Tiibrk are lots of people on the ono side or tho other of this question. When "good digestion waits on appetito nnd health on both," that is the ideal attitudo of a person towards his meals. Bub most of us are not blossod in that way; wo oither havo too much food without an appetito, or a vigorous appetite without enough to satisfy it. Different folks will anawer this question diUerentlv, yot tho ojinmon sense of it Is that, wlthtri roiiaoriable limit*, it i« better to Imvo an appotito without b dinner, because, shorb of tho starvation lino, a hungry man is a hoaltby man ; whereas a man who ought to eat and doesn't feol like eating, stands in nood of " alterations and ropairo." To illustrate. We reseutly reooived a communication in which the writer nays, "I was afraid to eat." Did ho fanoy his food was poiaonod, or did his nature robel ngaluat tho nourishment lived on? If tho latter, why. Let him clem- the mystery himself.

He sayi: "In tho year 1889 I changed my work from railway porter to signalman. I had been signalman twelve months, and then all at once, so to epoak, 1 did nob feel myself. My mouth t&sted bad, so that ordinary articles of diet seomod to lose their flavour ; the palate, to put it in that way, appeared to have nothing to «ay to thorn. One thing was like another, aod none was good. My tongue wa« coated and furred, with a dark line down the middle end. yellow fur round it. My breath was offensive, nnd my appetite poor, with pains through tho chest and shoulders, which were always right before I had eaten anything. Then I was greatly troubled with wind. It would gather so ib felb like a ball in my throat, and act as if it would oboke me."

We cannot wonder that: under these oircumstanuoj our friend failed to do justice to his meals. He adds that there was whae ho oalls " o prioking seneation " at his heart, as though it were touched with tomo sharp instrument. Then, again, at times be was attjoked with spasm*, the agony of which was so severe that the eweati rolled off him. "I dreaded," he says, "tho thought) of anting, and many a tcanly meal have I madejor 1 wot afrma to eat.

"After a timo I got into a low, weak nervous condition and folt miserable, a« if comething was goitip to happen, and this oaunod me to ■ lo*p a goqd deal of slqpp." What he nioona by the fear of "something going to happen " l», ot coureo, the tear ot some calamity, tnah as tho lohb of his position, his own death, or the death of somebody doar to him. This was due,'as he intimates, to tho impoverished state of his blood (tho life bearer), his unstirunp nerves and to tho brain enfeebled bylaok of nourishment. Tho niahb of this form of illness is always full of ghosts and goblina, tho creatures of a roßtfesß and ungovorned imagination. " With great dlfnoulty,"he says, "I stuck to my work, for I had a wife and family depending on mo. So I struggled on, but whofc I sufferod for over two yoars is |J&9t my powers of description. lam sure no one, has suffered so muok as 1 h%vc done." In the )"tter scntoment hole undoubtedly wrong. Oho* own pftiu is one's own, and is always harder to bear t'mn is one's notion of hia neighbour's pain. There is a countless multitude who aro all the while going through the same wretched experionce, only we don't happen to come in touch with them.

: Woll, the writer finally Mentions that after all medical treatment had left him whore it found him, he chanced to rood in a I book of a caeb exactly like his own having j been enre'd by Motber Seigel's Syrup. i " My wife," ho pays, " got mo a bottle at Mr j Langstaff's, in Woolecford, and after uoing its contents the ailment loft me, and has never returned einco that fortunate day. I ; should like the whole world to know what it did for me. I have been employed by the Midland' Railway Company for eleven years. (Signed) " George Hunt, "Car Bottom Road " Apperley Bridge, near Leeds." . We publish this by Mr Hunt's desire, in ( •order that part of the world nt leant mny V.no»v how thankful he is and for wbabj p>on'