"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Auckland Star, Volume XXV, Issue 143, 16 June 1894, Page 2

"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Not worth a straw, eh ? Than it was worth , just nothing—nothing at all. Who his nob used that comparison a thousand bitnea to express absolute worthleßsnesß ? A, straw ? The wind blows it away, fire burns; it up, cattle tread it in the mud, it rots by the roadside. What ol it ? Who cards for a straw ? Yet this ia exactly what a doctor: recently said to one of bis patients, " Your lift, A not worth a straw.1' How much is a doctor' worth who will speak bo to.one who trusts him, and has no hope but in his ekill ?, For my part, if he were up for sale at auction, I would bid one straw for him—no mort, ' Even if what he said was true, he had no, right to cay it. Such a doctor is more likely to kill with his tongue than to cnre with his drugs. • , ' A woman tells the story, and Bhe tells id well. If it doesn't sound like the truth, then I don'b know whatever does. ■ TMa't! dates and the facts are all there, plain and orderly. "In the summer of 1878," Bhesayt."! found myself feeling tired, languid) lowspirited, and weak. I felt as if some eril were about to happen. My appetite wa» poor, and after eating I had excruciating pain at my loins and sides. There was *. horrible gnawing pain ab the pit of my stomach, and a rising in the throat v if I should choke. My head felt as though ![ had a ton weight on ib. Gradually I got worse, and for months could take only. liquid food. At night I lay awake for hours together. '' Later on I suffered greatly from nervous; prostration, My legs trembled and shook' so I feared to fall. If a knock came to the door I trembled from head to foot. I had frequent attacks which began with palpitation of the heart and sudden stoppage of the breath. Ab these times I waß speech' Ibbs and helpless. They Bay I looked like'a corpse, cold and bloodless, my fingernailsl and lips having turned black. AftejSjf while this would pass off, leaving me^ww|| and prostrate. I got so emaciated and thin that I was only a bag of bones and eoTwwnl had to take bold of the furniture to stewUS myself as I crossed the room. -As time went on the nervousness and forebodingifot evil so increased tbat I feared I should gl| out of my mind. The neighbours eaid it! would be a mercy if the Lord would release me from my sufferings. . |f| "In this condition I continued for over j four years, during which iiwi? I conjs«/I^| five doctors, bub nobbing they gave me did any good. They all said my ailment wail heart disease, and one said, ' Tour life-tf,. not worth a straw.' '„ -■,■;'•• " In despair I gave up taking physio, as I, felt bhab nothing would save me. In May; 1882, ten years ago, a lady (Mrs Richardson) called ab my bouse, told me of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and strongly ad-:-vised me to try it. I did so, and felt some-: whab better after the first bobtle; and.by bhe time I had taken three bottlesl was completely cured, From that to this I have bad no return of the attacks, and am bo strong' I can do any kind of work. But for Seigel's Syrup I should have been in my grave lone ago. I wish others to know this, and will answer any who call or write." (Signed)' Emma Wickenden (wifeof William Wlcken-., den, garnener), Pembroke Villas, 123, MoM Road, Thornton Heath, March 17th, 1892. So it turned out that her life waß noV only worth a straw, but worth a wholegolden harvesb of health and better days. Yet no thanks to the doctors. Her complicated syinpfcoms puzzled and alarmed i them, to be sure, bub why? Is it not the doctor's duty to underbill: such things? Most assuredly. Jus* as a lawyer should know the laffi or a pilot the rocks, tides and lights of a coast. Bad some of these medical men known that Mrs Wickenden'a malady was indigestion and dyspepsia, and nob heart disease, they might possibly have relieved her. Bub, confused by the symptom!, they were blind to the cause. We may well wonder if there are many such doctors in England. . Cases like this show that the clear Bight belonged .to Mother Seigel ; and to her remedy hosts of people in this country are, indebted for physical salvation when, In; very truth, their lives seemed as straws. ||| Remember this was ten years ago, andy the malady has nob returned, Bhewing thaibhe cure was a permaneub One.