OFTEN TIRED BUT NEVER WEARY.

Hawke's Bay Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 10011, 8 June 1895, Page 5

OFTEN TIRED BUT NEVER WEARY.

Let's discuss this point for two minutes. Here's a man who says that at a certain period he began to feel " tired and weary." That's precisely the way he puts it In his letter. Now anybody has the right to feel tired and fatigued (it's the same thing), after labour or much exerciae. It's the body's fashion of telling you to hold up, to give it a rest. It is a natural and, in health, with supper and sleep just ahead, a pleasant feeling. But weariness ! — that's different. That comes of monotony, of waiting, of loneliness. Weariness is of the mind, not of the body. But it can arise in the body, all the same. If this bothers you at first, don't say, " Stuff 1 " "humbug!" but study up on it A man may be tired and happy, but not weary and hatpy. For weariness means depressed spirits, and nerves nil sagged down in tho middle. And when you get both at once you will be wise to find out what's gone wrong. It_ is a short letter, this iB, and we can just as well quoto the whole of it. The writer says : "It was in November, 1887, when I began to feel tired and weary. It seemed as If I had no strength left in me. Before I had always been strong and healthy. My appetite was poor, and for days together I could not touch any food" that was placed before me. After every meal that I did succeed in forcing down I had such dreadful pains in the ohest and back that I was -always afraid to eat. Then there was a sharp pain around the heart, too, as though I was stabbed with a knife. " I lost a deal of sleep, and for nights together I didn't sleep at all. Then I began to loose flesh rapidly, and was afraid I was going into a consumption. Yet I kept on with my work, however, but it was a hard thing for me, because I was so weak and nervous that I trembled from head to foot. As time went on I gradually got worse and worse, and my eyf s were sunken and drawn in. I consulted a doctor in Kontisu Town. He gave me medicine, but it did no good. After all this I got the idea into my head that I should not recover. " One day o lifdy oame into the shop, Bud noticing the state I was in, kindly askod how long I hail beoa ill. I told her all about it, and she said, ' You try Mother Snigel's Curative Syrup ; it has made me well, and I boliuve it will do you good.' " I sent for a bottle, and after taking only a few doßes I felt relieved. Presently mv food agreed with me, and I enjoyed my meals.^l could sleep better aiBO, and by keeping on taking the Syrup I soon got aa strong as I ever was in my life* Sinoe that time (over four years ago), I have beoa in tke best of health. I consider that in alt probability this remedy saved my life; at all evemts, jt restored my health, and life without health don't amount to muoh. I gladly consent to the publication of this statement, and will answer ' inquiries. Yours truly (Signed), Ot. Vinoe, 142, Shepherd's Bush Road, London, W., November 30th, 1892." Thus Mr" Vince's unfortunate experiment comes to a happy end. As he has to work for a living, like most of us, he is no doubt often tired, but never weary any more. And what can possibly be more wearisome than longcontinued illness ? With him as with millions, it was the stomach that was in fault. His food entered the stomach and Btopped there. So he suffered from two bad results : he received no strength from it, but he did receive the deadly acids and gases whioh the fermented stuff gave birth to. Indigestion and dyspepsia. The same old story of pain and misory, and, thank mercy, the same story of restoration and gratitudo after an appeal lor help had been made to good old Mother Soigel.