SEVEN POUNDS IN ONE WEEK.

Auckland Star, Volume XXVI, Issue 196, 17 August 1895, Page 2

SEVEN POUNDS IN ONE WEEK.

Not every man who is thin would thank you for fattening him. He doesn't want to be fat, and for very good reason. Unnecessary fab is a load to carry about; ib interferes with a man's power to work, shortens his wind, and dulls his wits.

Yet, on the other hand, a certain amount of floeh is needed for health and comfort. For example: A man five teofc high should weight about 1201bs ; and man five feet six inches, 1451 be ; a man cix feet, 1781 be. It ie a regular ascending scale.' The insurance companies allow a variation of 7 per cent, above or below it, and beyond those limits charge an extra premium. One shouldn't be much over or under his proper weight if he wants to be sound and hearty—and we all do want that.

Now we will tell you how Mr Thomas Crosby, under weight, gained seven pounds in a week. Hβ had losb stone, which is too much off for a man who wae never fleshier than he naturally ought to be.

It was this way. He was right enough up to May,. 1891. At thab time he began to feel ill and out of sorbs. He had a nasty taste in his mouth—like rotten eggs, he says —and a thick, slimy stuff came on his gums and teeth. Hie appetite failed, and what he did cab was, as you might say, under compulsion ; and righb afterwards he would have greab pain in his stomach and cheat. Plainly, something was amiss with him in thab region. Hβ was often dizzy, and cold chills ran over him as though he were threatened with fever. Of course we should expect a man who ie handled in this way to lose strength. Mr Crosby lost strength. In fact, he gob so weak and nervous that he shook all over, and hie hands trembled as if a current of electricity were running through him.

To use his own words : " I rapidly lost flesh, was 14 stone lighter, and oould hardly walk about. Once my parents thought I was dying, and sent in haste for the dootor. I saw two doctors iv Epworth and one at Haxey, bub they were nob able bo help me. Our vicar, Rev Mr Overton, recommended me to the Lincoln Infirmary, where I abtendod for eight weeks as an outdoor patienb without benefit.

'Soon afterwards Mr Sharp, a chemisb, ab Epworth, epoke to me of the virtues of a medicine known as Mother SeUjel'e Curative Syrup. Being interested in whab he said. I lefb off trying other things and began taking bhia syrup. In a few daya I telb better, and preeenoly I gained seven pounds in a week. Ab that rate I soon gob back %o my work, and have had the beat of health ever since. I tell these facts to everybody, andamperfecbly.willingfchey should tje published, Yours truly (Signed) Tom CROsnr, Ferry Road, Eoworth, via Doncaater, December 23rd. 1892."

After reading Mr Crosby's story we scarcely need to ask why he losb flesh. The minute he stopped eating and digesting his usual allowance of food he began to fall away. Trees, they say, grow as much from the air by means of their leaves, as they do from tho soil. Bub men don't, They've gob bo bo builb up through their Btomachfl. Indigesbion and dyspepsia (Mr Crosby's complainb) stops this process and poisons those who have ib, beeidee. That accounba for all the painiul and dangerous symptoms our friend speake of. The doctors do, what they can, but, unluckily, they don't possess the medicine that goes to the bottom of this disease and cures ib. The remedy is Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and nothing else, so far as we know. It restores digestion, and digestion covers the bones with fat enough for health and good looks.