HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 6064, 3 February 1891, Page 4

HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

On the night of October 27th, 1842, the good chip "Mary Compton," of Bristol, England, was struggling with a fearful gale off the coast of North America. The wind blew furiously, but the weather was clear, and the Captain expected _ every moment to get sight of tho light in the lighthouse on the Iron Rock Shostls. This lighthouse marked the entrance to the harbor. Once there, and they were Hafe. Sure nf his position, he sailed on confidently. Five minutes late" the ship struck with a fearful shock and went to pieces. Four men, including ihe Captain, wero saved. On reaching the shore they found ;i strange thing had happened. An enemy of the lighthouse keeper had bound him hand and foot and extinguished the light. Souls, as well as ships, steer by tho lights. Hope is the most important lighthouse in the world. What shall be said of the man who darkens it in the face of a Etorm-tossed spirit ? "You are beyond human aid. xbese words wero said by a physician to a woman who had come to consult him. Admitting that he thousrht so, hud he the right to say so? No; for" lie might be wrong—and in any case he had no business to put out the light. This woman had been ill for some time. In Juno. 18S9, she was greatly alarmed by her symptom. Her heart palpitated, and she was so giddy she could scarcely stand. Hur head whirled "and," she "all objects seemed to go into a cloud." She had to hold herself up or sit down for fear nf falling. She broke out in a sweat although cold as death. A dreadful cough racked her frame so that she cortld not lie down in bed and sleep, ;J " I could scarcely crawl about the house, she says, " I was so weak. I tried different remedies and medicines without avail. I went to the Dispensary at New Briggato and asked the doctor to tell me the worst. Hμ answer was, ' I have mixed' you some medicine; you can take it or leave it. I took it for three weeks, then gave up in despair. " I talked with two other physicians. The last one said, ' Yon are past human aid.' " My heart sank within me, for I had five little children, and my death would leave them without a mother's love and care. I went home and cried till I was sick. I had no appetite and had lost flesh till I was thin as a ghost ! My mother came to see me and did not know me. My skin was of a green and yellow color, arid when I ate anything it seemed to stick in my throat. About this time I commenced vomiting, and what I threw up was tinged with blood. Ouce I began to vomit at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning and scarcely got rest from it until Monday morning. "At this time I remembered that Mrs. Wilson, with whom I formerly worked in Crawford's Mill, in East street, Leeds (where I live), had been cured by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. So I sent to Mr. Jesson's, the chemist, in Great Garden street, and got a bottle. A few doses stopped the vomiting, and by degrees from day to day I felt better. Soon I could eat a dry crust, and by the time I had finished the second bottle I had got over all my bad symptoms, and was fast getting my strength back. I am now (April, 1890), in better health than ever before in my life. "I should have ta'<en Mother SeijjePe Curative Syrup sooner, but my husband was out of work and we had only a trifle coming in from his club, but I thank God I did g> t it at last, and it cured me, bad off as I was. All my friend's and neighbors know the facts I have related, and I will reply to auy letters of enquiry." (Signed). Mrs Ann Mills, 40 Bread street, York road, Leeds. This was a case of indigestion and dyspepsia, with symptoms showing how far it had affected the nervous system. A few months, or possibly weeks more, and Mrs Mills would havo had no tale to tell. She did wrong to wait one hour for any reason, after having known what Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had done for her frisnd Mrs Wilson.