THE HISTORY OF A SOAR.

Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9892, 19 January 1895, Page 6

THE HISTORY OF A SOAR.

I On the back of my riqht band— just about the middle ot it — there is a small scar, half as big as a threepenny pieoe, perhaps. You would never notice it nnlcas I showed it to you, and even then you would have to look sharp to seo It. But it's there, all the same, and will be until the hand is returned to dust. It dates back forty years, that soar does. Going home from aohoolone day another boy and I quarrelled and fought. Strange to say, it wasn't about a girl either, Anyhow, he drew his jaok-knife and stabbed me in the baok of the right hand. The wonnd, I remember, was slow to heal. It was sore and inflamed for months, and hardly a day but something hit it, or I knocked it against something that made it worae. My whole available body seemed to be concentrated in that sore. You know how suoh things are. They are like boils, and if there is any comfortable spot to have a boll there are loads of money waiting for the fellow who discovers it.

Lately we have received two letter, both containing an identical expressions, namely, this : " Everything teemed a trouble to me." Now, none of us are so tough as to be proof against trouble, bnt when every thing ■is a trouble to a man the very Heart inside of him must be tender and touchy. And, Mercy knows, It is so often enough. Griof will do it, worry will do It, and illness too.

One of these letters, or at least the writer of it, boos on to say : — " It was in Maroh, 18D0, that I felt tired nnd languid, and without any usual energy Before that I had always been strong and active. Now I was low-spirited and melancholy; everything seemed a trouble to me. At first T had a bad taste in the mouth, a poor appetite, and all I ate gavo me great pain In the chest and sides. Even fish and poultry gave me as much, distress as more solid food. I was constantly spitting up a sour, add fluid whioh caused a mlaornblo feeling in my throat and mouth.

" After I had been for some time in this condition I was attached with gout in my hands and feet, whioh confined me to the house now and again for a woek or two at a time. The parts became inflamed and swollen, and gave

me exoruoiating agony. I conld nbV bear anything to touoh them. For' four years I was ' subject to these attacks'. ' Tbe doctor who attended me was' able to eaae me temporarily, bat I was soon as bad as ever ' ■ ' '

"In the middle of April, 1888, tread that bases like mine had been cured, by Mother Seigel'a Curative Syrup, and I thought I would try it; I hadn't taken' more than half a bottle when I felt relieved. This enqoaraged mo to koep on ' with the Syrnp, and in a compa'ratlvelj short time all symptoms of the disease left me. 'Since then I have enjoyed excellent health, arid whenever I feel a twinge of my old enomy a dose or two of 1 Mother Seieol's soon sets me right. Yours truly, (Signed)' M. lißAHri 49, Großvenor Terrace, Grobvenor Park, Oamborwell, London, September 22nd, [1892" . ;

So mnob for the faotß as Mr Leahy felt them. What has science to oEor in explanation of them ? ' This. Gout, rheumatism, and biliousness are three complaints arising indirectly from] an overworked liver, or, more nroperly, from indigestion and dyspepsia. I The poisons so engendered may lie hidden and nnfelt for a long time, Bnd then be suddenly rendered active by mental worry, esposnre. overrating, \yrong' eating, or any of a dozen other oauees. The kidneys fail (following the stomsoh and liver); the acid poison remains in the blood and seta up inflammation in the joints and the remained fluids produce dropsy. All sorts of disturbances aro apt to go with the condition of things, every one' less as disease'ip jHsejf ; than a symptom of the one cause^indi' gestion and dyspepsia. Tue besrt'and lungs are often attacked in sympathy. Oure the torpid digestion, and an 'allround improvement at once succeeds. To do this is in the power of Mother Seigel'B Curativo Syrup — as, perhaps, in the power of nothing else. It was most nnfortunato that this gentleman s'nffored for eight years ) and no wonder, meanwhile, that his mind was sensitive as his body to every approach. Snowing what he now knows | ho feels safe. There is no dark?iest~ but ignorance, and the German -Nurse shows " The Way Ont."

London, Ootober, 1892-, J.M.P.