THE ENGINES OF SHIPS AND OF MEN

Bay of Plenty Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 2710, 24 July 1891, Page 2

THE ENGINES OF SHIPS AND OF MEN

la the month of March, the great and beau- I tiful steamship " City of Paris," while on her voyaye f rom New Ycrk to Liverpool,, met with an accident by which her engines were completely disabled, leaving her helpless on the sea. She carriei a lar^a number of passengers, aud great anxiety wis felt ooncerning her in Jtiurope and Am ;i ka. How she was finally towed into Queens own Har> boar will be remembered by the public. " Well, what of it?" you sar. "They afterwards found out how it happened, aud repaired the engines, and no lives were lost." Very true, but wait a moment. Because you never go to sea, do you think ihe sudden destruction of a ship's engine has no lesson for you? How shortsighted men are? Did you ever lie on your bed at home, or on a cot ia a hospital, helpless as a log ? What ailed you ? Borne disease. What is. disease ? It is an accident to your vital m-ichir.ery. What do the doctors try to do for you ? To 4< cure you. Yes, of course. Suppose we siy " repair" you; it come 3 to the same thing, for we are kept alive and going by certain organs or engines inside the body. When they are out of order and work badly, we are ill ; when they stop, we die. Do you see the force of the illustration ? Sometimes a man's machinery is never right from the hour of his birth. Here is a short story one man tells about himself which which will show what we mean. He says: " Oue ship is never weak because another is, but a baby may be weak because its parents were, or some other of its ancestors. It is spoken of in the family that when t was an infant, I did nothing but sleep. Now, a healthy infant ought to sleep most of the time, but not all the time. He should laugh, play, cry, kick, and take notice of things. My mother was bothered about it, and sd\v the doctor, who said it was owing to the .sluggish .state of my liver. Nevertheless, I livod aud grew up a«j millions of children do. But inhereted disease makes its mark sjoaar or laUsr; a,ccoc\liag to circutnstanccs. "About five yetrd ago I began to feel bad. I hj,d a bad taste in my mouth, a Jimy tongue, and felt languid aud tired, and had no ambition for work. My appetite failed, and when I did eat, under a sort of coupulsion, I had great pain after it. I went on in this way until the spring of 1888, when I had a very severe attack, . and was treated ia Bartholomew's Hospital for some time. But I came out still weak, and a little later on I was so bad I broke down completely, and took to my bed. Matters now looked very serious for me. " The first doctor who came to see me was not able to give any relief, and my people fetched another, as my condition had become alarming, I got worse, and was in great agony. I had pains all over me, but more particularly in the bowels, where the pain was intense. The bowels were stopped or constipated, and the doctor seemed puzzled. One day ha said, ' / cannot account for your condition. 1 I now began to think what waa be ttobe d me. YeG what ojuld Ido F "I had heard of * medioiae called Mother Ssi^el's Curative Syrup, which was said to be a most remarkable cure for deep-seated and chronic complaints where all other remedies were unavailing, but I had never tried it, and why should I believe in it ? Yet how strangely we are sometimes led into paths we have never travelled before ! " A bout this time I picked up a newspaper, and read of a case similar to my own that had been cured — so the writer said — by Mother Sei^el's Syrup. I decided to risk it, and sent over to Mr D/er, the chemist, in Acre L ma, West Brixton, and got a bottle, | and in ten minutes after taking the first dose I\ felt relief. \ " In my excitement and satisfaction I declared, T/iii is the right thing I " After taking six bottles I found myself in perfect health. I am a new man. I never was in bettor health in my life, and all the members of my family think of my cure as all the more wonderful owing to my having suffered w.ith liver complaint from my infancy. I will gladly answer any inquiries nb.>i.t Mother Seig'el'a Syrup, and what it did for me." (Signed) W. G-oldspiuk, 126, Acre Lane, Brixton, and 19, Tach brook Street, Piinlico.

Mr Gfol Ispiak is a pork butoher, and is well known and highly respeoted. In addition to his inherited weakuess of the liver he suffered from deep-seated indigestion and dyspapsU, witu an acuto attack of constipation, a dangerous and often fatal complication For this almost uuiversil malady — often mistaken for other diseases Seigel's Syrup is the only remedy to be relied upon. Look in the papers and read the testimony of witnesses from John O'Groat's to Land's End.