HOW TO THEN BACK THE CLOCK.

Clutha Leader, Volume XX, Issue 1039, 22 June 1894, Page 3

HOW TO THEN BACK THE CLOCK.

' What time is it, Maggie V said John, with an uneasy se,ns3 that he ought to be on his homeward way.

'I'll go and look,' she. ' answered. Stepping quietly into the kitchen the girl pushed the clock hands back an hour, and returning, said, " It's only half-past nine by our clock, you can stay an hour longer.'

So John stayed, for lovers are never eager to part and he needed no coaxing. The npxt mornincr, however, he overslept himself, iiud Maggie's father, at his breakfast, having missed the train he intended to journey by that day, wondered how the good old clock could have lost an hour in the night. But Maggie didn't explain. She meant to set it right again before going to bed, but forgot, which shows once more which everybody should remember — that we can set back the clock, but we cannot set back the time.

All the same it is possible occasionally to regain lost things. In a woman's letter recently received, I received, I find this sentence : ' They tell me I look ten years younger than I dii.' And if she felt as she looked she was to all practical purposes ten years younger. For, although a clock face looks the same no matter what time it is, a human facp doesn't. That changes with the condition of the works or the' life behind it.

The letter goes on thus : 'In the spring of 1880 I felt weak and low. I had a bad taste in the mouth and a thick slimy, phlegm .covered my mouth and tongue. I was sick in a morning, retching and vomiting a watery fluid. I had great pain in the head and was very mazy, being at times so bad I could hardly stand upon my feet. After eating the simplest food I had a dreadful pain in my chest, and a tightness across the chest and sides. For hours together I have sat before the fire rubbing my chest to try and get relief. I had great pain in the left side and palpitation of the heart, and could get but little sleep at night on account of it.

1 Gradually I grew weaker and weaker until I could scarcely walk about the house, and, but for the necessity of attending to my family, 1 should have been laid up. JVly life was a burden and a misery to me, and I often wished myself dead.

' Sometimes bettp.v and at other times worst ; this was my general condition for ten years, during which long period of suffering I was treated by the doctor, and took every kind of medicine I could hear tell of, but got no better.

' In No vem her, 1 890, 1 read in a book of a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and got a bottle from Mr E. Banks, the chemist. After I had taken a few doses T. found myjx>od agreed with me better. I kept on with theSyrupand gradually gained strength. I had become so thin and emaciated through all these years of suffering that it took time to fully restore me. But/ am now in better health than I ever was in my life, and my recovery has astonished my friends. They tell me I look ten years younger than I did for taking the S/vrup. How I wish I had known it years sooner ! My husband and friends had given up all hope of my .getting better, but none- of us knew of Mother Seigel's Syrup.

'On mentioning to the Rev. E. Harries, the vicar of Christ Church, what had wrought the cure, he said I should write and let the proprietors know what the Syrup had done for me, so as to benefit others. You may publish this statement as you think proper and I will gladly answer inquiries. Yours truly, (signed) (Mrs.) Elizabeth Greenhalgh, 21 Rutland street, Newtown, Pendlebury (near Manchester), May 14th, 1892.'

Thus was this good woman enabled — not to turn back her nominal age, but better — to recover the priceless treasure of health, without which neither youth nor age has any comfort. Her malady was the same wretched indigestion and dyspepsia, the curse of all ages and nations.