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PUBLIC NOTICES. NATURE SLOWLY MAKES READY. YOU have probibly never seen a volcano in eruption. It is a magnificent spectacle. Where do all those torrents of red-bot lava come from 1 Nobody can tell, except that they come from somewhere down deep in the earth. But one thing we know—tamely, that eruptions of any one volcano are far apart. Between whiles Nature is getting ready for them ; the is preparing for the tremendous demonstration. Just so it is with all herprecesses. lathe cold of winter she is arranging the forces which are to make the heat and the harvests of the following summer, and so on. From May, 1890,' to February, 1892, is a period of twenty-.onc months. 'J he two dates will long remain clear in the mind of Mrs Martha Bowles, of 182 LlangyMach road, Morriston, near Swansea. For the first was the beginning and the second the ending of an experience whioh 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 oome. Her first sonsa of this was Indefinite iu>4 vogue, 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 us use on umilar occasions: "I felt that something v. as wrong with me—somothing.hanging over me.'' Ah 1 dear me. How often we think such feelings are a warning sent to the spirit, when in faot they are caused entirely by the condition of our bodies. She felt heavy, languid, and tired, and mentally depressed. This was not only melancholy to her but new, as she had always been strong and healthy; Then came the discomforts which there could be no mistake about. They are common enough to be sure. Oh, yes. Bat isn't that all the more a reason why we should understand what they mean? "Certainly," you will say. Well, 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 af-.cr eatiDg. The worst pain was in the right side, 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 got 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 as autumn leaves. That meant bile in. the blood; the liver was off its duty • uhat is a sure sign. The kidney secretion was the color.of blood instead of a clear amber which meant that the trouble had already reached those important organs. Then the stomach was upset and refused to take kindly to food—as though the miller Bent 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 fur; her and further from the happy land of health ; this was the history of those twenty-one months-all bad enough, yet a!l preparatory for worse ones'. " One day in February, 1892," she says in her letter of Augu3tlßth, 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 I 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 much 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 paßßing gall stones. He wanted me to go to Swansea Hospital and be operated upon, but I was afraid I might not live through it. "I next had two other doctors at Morriston and also three from Swansea, who all gave me medicines, and Baid nothing-more could be done for me. For six months I lay in bed undergoing the greatest agony ; never free from pain more than two or three hours at a time. Durin<» the whole of this time I was fed on nothing but milk and water, I bad scarcely any life or strength left in me. All who saw me said I never could by any chance get better in this world.

"I lingered on like this until August, 1892, when my daughter brought mo a book telling of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. In this book she-read of a case like mino having been cured by this medicine. My husband got a bottle from 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 with me. After taking the Syrup for three months I was' a new creature, and strong as ever. I can now eat anything, and nothing disagrees with me. After I was well our minister one day said: 'Mrs Bowles, I never thought to see you alive.' I said: 'Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life.' You may publish my case, and I will' gladly answer inquiries. (Signed) Mabtha Bowies." This case—one of aoute indigestion and dyspepsia, with liver and kidney complaints—is well known in the district; Tie lady's husband is a gardener; well known and respected. Do we need to point out the moral of this wonderful cure? No. You can see it for your--I self. '

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Page 4 Advertisements Column 1, Evening Star, Issue 10442, 11 October 1897

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