"YOU WILL NEVER GET BETTER CAROLINE."

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 6218, 5 August 1891, Page 6 (Supplement)

" YOU WILL NEVER GET BETTER CAROLINE."

" When that wave ttrikes me I shall be washed away and drowned /''

Bo cried n Bailor, clinging to a half-sunken wreck, as he saw a tremendous i-ea rolling towards him. ifet he lived to tell the tale safe on shore; ■ ' . "Before thts time next week I shall be dead! ,, ■ So said a woman in a time of gieat fear. Yet she also lived—and still lives—to explain hor situation.

Here is her story, told in her own words and in her own way. She says:—"One day in September, 1887, I stood, at the top: of a flight of eleven steps, about ; to ga down. (Suddenly I was taken with a giddy sensation. Everything seemed to swim around .me, and I fell. I rolled, to the ■ bottom of the steps and was picked, up insensible, with a broken arm. The dootor recommended rent and quietness. In a fewdays I was better, but utill felt the shook \m lay nervous system. . ; ...... " Then many bad symptoms appeared. I had- an uncomfortable feeling all over mo which 1 cannot.describe. I. couldn't eat; my appetite was gone. There was a foul taste in my mouth; pains in the sides, back,and chest; coated tongue and a sense -of weakness ; «nd distress in the stomach. I felt low and melancholy, and had anxieties and. fears I could not traco-to »ny. particular cause. The doctor who attended me for some mooths said it was nervous debility, brought about by the shock. . , . . "I got worse instead of better,,and went to the London Hospital, Whitechapel Road, where I was an out-patient for several months, but I kept -yetting worse. They suid I was suffering.with shock, liver congestion, and debility. I was then sent to the Brighton Convalescent Home, where they treated ma for fourteen days, and > did little or no good. In- a short time. 1 began to despair, and ray husband and others who cams to nee me thought I teas doomed. Thus I went on from month to month, 'expecting each week would te my last. Again and again I whispered solemnly to myself, ' Before this time next week I shall be dead!'

" 1 took no further interest in anything pertaining to this world; but, thank God ! L have a. good husband and a good home. My husband carried me from my bed every day, and placed me in the ohnir ecfa, and tried to cheer me up and persuade me I would get better. '■ But oinoe I have really got well, he tells me he never in hie heart believed his own words.

. "My sifter, too came frequently to see me, and did all she could to ease my sufferings; but, being unable to resist what bur t>wn eyes ehowed her, she often said. ' You will mver g-A better, Caroline. , "But who likes to read accounts of the troubles and sorrows of others P ao much do each and ail of us have of our own to bear. 1 crave your attention only for a few words more. '

"1 went on in this way—like one who stands on the crumbling edge of an open grave—until February, 1890, when a little book was l«f tat my shop which told of the remarkable cures wrought by Mothor Seigel's Curative Syrup. The narrative of the Policeman of flolyhead greatly impressed me. I said to my husband, 'The complaint that policeman suffered from is my complaint. The remedy that cured him may cure me. , : '

" I sent at once over to Messrs Lacy and '.'o., the Caemists, Whitechapel Road, fora bottle. It did me good. I could eat; but, butter still, the food digested. Before this, when .1 swallowed a mouthful of solid, food it seemed to turn to wind or sour acid and gas, and gave' me such pain I fancied I had heart disease. ' ■'■•■■•::

" I persevered with the medicine, and after taking six bottles I never felt co well in my life. I can now eat heartily as any one, and am never distressed after taking ood. •'■-"■ ■

" In fact, lean now eat a jollygood'dinner; and 1 leave you to imagine what a treat that is after being bad so long. "My husband and relatives, as well at, my neighbors, are all of my opinion- -that Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life. "(Signed) Mrs Caeolinb Sagk, wifo of Mr Ueriry Sage, Basket Maker aMi Stationer, 200, Whitechapel Road, london,' E." ■

One point only in Mrrf Sage's state; nent needs a word of explanation. Thfj fall downstairs, in which her itlnees appaj.ently begau, was in faut the result of themaladv which had for sorae time been her nervous system—namely, indigestion' and dyspepsia, and the giddiness which occasioned the fall was merely one of its symptoms.