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Evening Star, Issue 11675, 6 February 1902, Page 1

INDOORS OR OUT? Indoors or those exposed to the weather? Who is healthiest, the indoor or the outdoor man?—the bootmaker or the postman, the compositor or the bus-driver? 'Tis hard to say, more especially as we have it on the authority of an eminent physician that even horses sometimes suffer from indigestion. Probably the trade which partakes partly of both "is healthiest for the worker. Certainly, indigestion is not specially the property of workers in large cities, for here is Mr Thomas Deere, who writes from Ferry lane, Newtown, Maryborough, Queensland, under date March 13, 1901, saying: " About sixteen years ago I was working on the roads, and was badly attacked by indigestion. Wind collected round my heart, sometimes at night, until I thought that it would cease to beat, and I used to jump out of bed thinking my time had come. After suffering like this for a number of years I happened to read a pamphlet which induced me to try what Mother Seigel's Syrup would do* for me. You will not be surprised that I was soon restored to good health. But I was very much surprised indeed myself, for before using that medicine two doctors in Rockhampton had certified that I was suffering from disease of the heart Since my cure I have been in excellent health, except occasionally when some food may disagree with me, in which case a dose of Seigel's Syrup never fails to set me right again. 1 have lived in Maryborough for ten years, and have recommended Mother Seigel's Syrup to hundreds of people, explaining to them my own case." Mr Deere's case is in no respect uncommon. Many men who were long ago told they had but a short time to live are happily stil} with us. A gentleman is now residing at St. Albans, in England, aged sixty-nine, not very robust, but in fairly good health for a man at his period of life, who in May, 1856, went to a physician of the highest rank in London, explained his ailments, paid a fee of five guineas, and in return was advised to arrange his affairs, as it was unlikely that he would live until the end of the year! Verily, the Irishman who said that no man had a right to consider himself dead until he had been buried a month was an accurate observer. The St. Albans gentleman in 1855, living within twenty miles of the greatest city in the world, paid five guineas for a prophesy which for absurdity has rarely been surpassed by a eipsy fortune-teller. Fortyfive years later, at the other side of the world, in a place almost terra incognita in 1855, Mr Richard Deere is cured of his malady for a few shillings. It is a case of other times other manners, later age more knowledge.