NATURE SLOWLY MAKES READY.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1842, 12 November 1897, Page 2

NATURE SLOWLY MAKES READY.

You have probably never seen a volcano in eruption It ia a magnificent spectacle, Where do all those torrents ol red-hot lava come from ? Nobody can tell, except that they come from somewhere down deep in the earth. But one thing we know, namely, that eruptions of any one volcano are far apart. Between whiles Nature is getting ready for them; she is preparing tor the tremendous demonstration. Just so it is with all her processes. In the cold of winter she is arranging the forces which are to make the h<*at and the harvests of the following summer, and so on. From May, 1890, to February 1892, is a period of twenty-one months. The two dates will long remair clear in the mind of Mrs Martha Bowles of 182, LlangjpeUoh Road, Merns.uu, near Swansea. For the first was the beginning and the second the ending of an experience which was bad enough in itself, yet only the introduction to something vastly worse. It was like the time of getting ready for a great trouble to come. Her first sense of this was indefinite and vague, like the low muttering of thunder below the horizon while the skies are yet clear. She expresses it thus, in the very words most of ns use on similar occasions, 4 1 hit that something was wrong with me —something hanging over me.’ Ah; dear me. How often we think such feelings are a warning sent to the spirit when in fact they are caused entirely by the condition of our bodies. She Lit heavy, languid and tired, and mentally depressed, This Wes not only melancholy to her but new, as she had always been strong and healthy. Then came the disoomfoits which there could be no miitake about. They are common enough to be sure. (Jo, yes. But isn't that all the more a reason why we should understand what they mean? 4 Certainly,’ you will say. Weil, then, there was that bad, offensive taste in the mouth, that so many of us have had ; the failure of the appetite, and the pain in the chest and sides after (vti g. Th ’ worst pain w» s iu - he right si. e, where it was very heavy. That pointed to the liver, which is located on that side; and when anything ails the liver it is as though the big water-wheel of a mill had go>. fixed so as not to turn round. For the liver does half a dozen kinds of work, and when it strikes work the rest of the organs take a sort of rainy holiday. Presently her skin and the white of her eyes turned yellow aa antumn leaves. Tnat meant bile in the blood ; the liver was off its duty ; that is a sure eign. The kidney secretion was the colour of blood instead of a clear amber, which meant that the trouble bad already reached those important organs. Then the stomach was upset and refused to take kindly to food--aa though the miller sent your grain back, declining to grind It. She vomited a sour, bitter fluid, which was acid bile, away out of its proper track. On and on along this line, constantly getting further from the happy land of health ; this was the history of those twenty-one months—all bad enough, yet all preparatory for worse onea. 4 One day in February, 1892,’ she says in her letter of August 18th, 1893, ‘I began to have dreadful pain and cramp. It began in the right side, and extended across the stomach. For hours together I was in the greatest agony. What I suffered is past description. When the pain eased a little t was cold as death and shivered until the bed shook under me. I had hot iron plates applied to my feet, and held hot irons in my hands, but nothing gave me n.uch relief. My stomach was so irritable that I could keep no food on it. I was now confined to my bed, and the doctor attending me said I was passirg gall stones. He wanted me to go fo Swansea Hospital,and be operated upon, but 1 a as afraid 1 might not live through it. 4 1 next bad two other doctors at Morriston and also three from Swansea, who ail gave me medicines, and said nothing more could be done for me. For six months I lay in bed undergoing the greatest agony ; never free from pain mote than two or tnree hours at a time. During the whole of this time I was fed on nothing but milk, and water. I nad scarcely any lire ot strength loir in me. All wtro saw me said I nt-ver could by any chance get better in this world.

1 1 lingered on like this until August, 1892, when my daughter btougi.t mo a bock telling of MotUer SeSgel'u Curative Syrup. In this book she read of a case like mine having been cured by this medicine. My husband got a bottle fora Mr Bevan, the chemist, and after taking a few doses I felt a little relief. I kept on with it and soon the pains left me, my appetite returned, and my food agreed witn me. Alter taking the Syrup for three months I was a new creature and strong as ever. 1 can now eat anything, and nothing disagrees with me. After 1 was well onr minister one day said: ‘ Mrs Bowles. I never thought to see you alive.’ 1 said, «Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life.* You may publish my case, and I will gladly answer inquiries. (Signed) Martha Bowles.’ This case—one of acute indigestion and dyspepsia, with liver and kidney complaints—is well known in the district. The ladys husband is a gardener, well known and respected.