PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 5965, 18 October 1890, Page 2 (Supplement)

PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE.

Tho great majority of people have to work for a living with haiida or head, or both. Very well. To make our living wo must he ablo to labor co many hours in a duy, day* in a wook, weeks in a year. Very good again. But suppose wo each had an enemy who possessed tne po-ver to tie U8 np with a rope when he pleased. To-day he ties only the loft arm, to-morrow the right, the next day a leg, and so on. Onco in a whilo he ties us to our beds and keeps up there a week. How much would he cost ue in hard cash in a year ? and how much would it bo worth to us if we could chain him to a rock or hang him with his own rope ? Lot us have a rough illustration or two.

A man was working on the Midland Bail way as a signalman. We ull know what tho position is, and have some idea of the labor nnd responsibility. Well, he kept at it for several years, never missing a day. Ho knew his business, nobody better, and nothing wont wrong ou his section of tho line; but by-and-by his enemy began to tie him up. Somehow ho couldn't eat with ft rolish any more; when lie tried he was taken with such a distress it took: all the life oat of him. Then ho would have times when he was co giddy that everything went round and round like a whirligig. If t.hjg

had happened when he had c signal to Bet, a collision might have come of it; happily it did not. Other ropes were tied around him ; he had pains in the chest and sides, his bowels bei-.ame costive, tongue coated, bad taste in the month, heartbnrn, weakness, &o. The doctors said he would hare to give up his situation ; but he couldn't. There were the -wife and children to be looked out for, and only his earnings to do it with. But finally he broke down altogether, and was laid up for weeks, unconscious part of the time. Then, we may say, he was tied hand and foot. His enemy had him fust, and came nigh killing him. One day, after the doctors had given him up, his mind was clear, and he remembered a medicine —half the bottle full —ho hail hidden away in a looker in a signal box and all about it. He sent for it and took a dose. In loss ihan a month he whs a well man ; the ropes were all out away. If you write to htm (Andrew Agge, Oulgailh, Cumberland) he will tell you this medicinn was Mother SeigeVs Curative 3yrup, and his ailment was indigestion and dyspepsia. But, whilst he was | ill with it, he'might an 'veil—yes, betterhave been tied to a stake. There are lots of caaee of ihU sort all over England—all over the world. A.few of thorn we hear of ; millions of them we never hear of , . Sometimes it ie heart disease; sometimes rheumatism ; sometimes _ oonI sumption ; sometimes general debility ; sometimes!kidney aud bladder complaint; sometimes nervous prostration ; sometimes liver disorder. That is, tho doctors call it by all these hard names, but at bottom it is indigestion and dyspepsia, but all these other so-culled dieoases are just tokens and , symptoms of that—neither more nor less. ilf a man never has any trouble with his i stomach, ho might live for ever, for aught we can tell. Yet how, in Mercy's name, can a man or woman work with death aud corruption inside of the body—with the stomach full of decaying food, sending poison through the blood to every joint, muecle, and nerve? This is what dyspepsia does. Indigestion is a slow but sure poison, just as taking so many grains of arsenic every day would be. Hero is another case, that of a railway fireman, who writes from Hurlford. Hβ says : " I have been a sufferer from indigestion and dyspepsia for three years ; I tried several doctors, but got worse all the time. At last I went to a chemist and he promised to euro mo in a week or twft. He sold me three very expensive bottles of medicine, and all the effect I fell; from it was the loss of ray money. Then I got hold of a bottle of Mother Seigel's Syryp, and was better almost at once. How sorry I am I didn't use it years ago 3" Wβ can givo this roan's name if you care to have it. He didn't want it printed. But ho was as good as tied up for a long while. Illness is a strong rope. Here is one more illustration. Mr B. B. Hoptoa, of Long Weaton, says: "lam sixty-eight years old. Mother Seigel's Syrup has not quite made me a young man again, but it Ims cured me of asthma, nervous prostration, and a throat ailment arising from impure blood. I was too ill t" labor, yet can now do my work, thanks to that great remedy. You may publish the fact. The whole complication came first from indigestion." Aud this ia tho way people aro bound until Mother Soigel's Curative Syrup sets them free.