Hg Came Home to Die.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1530, 5 June 1891, Page 3

Hg Came Home to Die.

One day in December 1888, a British transport vessel arrived at Gosport. Only a brief look was needed to assure the spectator that she had made the long voyage from India. There were soldiers on hoard ; some on leave of absence to visit home and others so worn and wasted that it was plain to see why they had come back from the East to the dear old Island. Of these poor fellows a few were able to go on to their friends, while others were just strong enough to bear the journey to the Navy Yard Hospital. Among the latter was one to whom wo will introduce the reader—You would have fancied him to have been about thirty years of age, yet the vigor and elasticity of youth were missing. Disease had done the work of time, and it was but the wreck of a man that entered the Hospital doors that day. I Several months later, by accident, the i writer of these lines heard that^ soldier’s story from his own lips, and here it is substantially in his own words. “In the I year 1883,’' he said, ‘ I enlisted in Her Majesty’s 51st Regiment and was soon ordered out to India, where I arrived on the following Christmas ; and left there for Burmah Oct. 6th 1886, where I remained eighteen months, being present at Mandalay when King Theebaw surrendered to our troops. Here my good health began to give way. At first I had a sinains’’ feeling at the pit of the stomach, and was so dull and drowsy I could scarcely keep up. I had pain in the right side and under the shoulder blades. My spirits were depressed and everything seemed sad and melancholy, I couldn t eat, and lay in bed sleepless night after night till I was almost wild for lack of rest. My skin and eyes turned yellow, as is so common with Europeans in India ; my tongue was badly coated, feet cold and clammy, stomach sick and upset, vomiting, and constant diarr hoaa. In this bad form I lay in bed for four months in 1887. Both the Regimental doctor and a doctor of the Indian Government said I was snf-* fering from dysentery. I was weak as a baby" and passed nothing but slime from the bowels. No treatment availed to stop the diarrhoea, which was fast draining the life out of me. Pinallyl was sent home, and arrived at Gosport in December 1888, where I lay in the Hospital until Feb. 1889, when I was discharged as incurable, and placed in the Ai my Reserve. “I returned to Warboys, in Huntingdonshire (my home), and tried to woik. But it was impossible. I was so emaciated that old acquaintances did not at first recognise me. Then they said, ‘ Hodson, you needn’t trouble to buy any more clothes. The only suit you’ll require will bo a wooden box.’ _ After eating, even a little, I was obliged to burry from the table because of the terrib'e griping, gnawing pains in the stomach and bowels. My father and mother were alarmed, ami I consulted a doctor at Warboys, but what he gave me had no good effect. “ At last it was Mr Nicholl, the chemist of Warboys (now of Croydon), who said to me ‘ Hodson, you had better try Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup.’ On this I bought i a bottle and used it, but I couldn t see it ' did any good. Mr Nicholl sajd,_ ‘ Try it again. I have such confidence in it that I will give you the second bottle free of charge. ’ Ho did so. and before I had taken half of the second bottle I began to feel relief. This was encouraging, and I procured the third bottle. Before I finished it I was so much improved that I was asked to go back to work. But I was afraid to risk it, and said, No ; wait till I have used three bottles more, for this Mother Seigel s Curative Syrup is doing for me what no medicine in India or England has done yet —it is healing me from the very depths where I was ill and dying. So, as you may suppose, I kept right along with Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup untif the fifth bottle was gone. Then I presented myself to the astonished people of Warboys as robust, strong, and well, as I was when I first entered tire army. I returned to my work, and my comrades lo ked upon me as one ‘/senfrom the dead. With eyes full of wonder they asked, ‘What lias done this for you?’ and I answered X owe my life and health to Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, and am willing that everybody in England should hear me say so.’ I have never lost an hour’s work since, and will gladly reply to letters of enquiry,—John Hodson, Warboys, Huntingdonshire. Mr Hudson’s real disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, caused by change of cli- ( mate, food, and habits. The diarrhoea i was one of its symptoms —Natures effort to get rid of the poisonous matters in the stomach and bowels. Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup cured the digestive malady, and the symptoms vanished as a necessary consequence. But our friend did not get the right and only remedy a day too soon.