HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 6065, 4 February 1891, Page 4

HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

On tho night of October 27th, 18-A2_, the good ship "Mary Coinpto:i," of Bristol, Eiitrland, was struggling with a fearful ' gale off the coast of North America. The wind blew furiously, but the weather was and the Captain expected every moment to get sight of the light in the lighthouse en the Iron Rock Shoals. This lighthouse marked tho entrance to the harbor. Once there, and they were safe. Sure of his position, he sailed on confidently. Five minutfis late- the ship struck with a fearful shock and went to pieces. Four men, including the Captain, were paved. On reaching the shore they found a strange thiog had "happened. In enemy of the liu-hthouse keeper had bound him hand and loot, and extinguished the light. Souls, as well as ships, steer by the lights. Hope is tho most important lighthouse in the world. What shall be said of the man who darkens it in the face of a storm-tossed spirit ? "You are beyond human aid." These words were said by a physician to a woman who had como to consult him. Admitting that he thought so, had he the right to say so? No; for he 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. Her head whirled " and," she said, " all objects seemed to go into a cloud." She had to hold herself up or sit down for fear of falling. She broke out in a sweat although cold as death. A dreadful cough racked her frame so that she conld not lie down in bed and sleep. " 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 Briggate and asked the doctor to tell me the worst. His 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 tili I was thin as a ghost! My mother came to see me and did not know me. My skin was of a green aud yellow color, and 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. Once I began to vomit at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning aud scarcely got rest from it until Monday nnrning. " 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 bean 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 faw 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 iv my life. "I should have taken Mother Seigel's 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 f did g-1 it at last, and it cured me, bad off as I was. All my friends 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 indigtttion and dyspepsia, with symptoms showing how far it had affected the nervous system. A few months, or possibly weeks more, and Mrs • -Mills would have had no tale to toll. She -''did wrong to wait one hour for auy reason, after having known what Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had done for her friend Mrs Wil-on.