HAPPIEST OF ALL.

Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 4, Issue 184, 10 June 1896, Page 3

HAPPIEST OF ALL.

There is no timo in the twonty-four hours when one ought to feel so thoroughly satisfied and content as immediately after a good, he rty meal. And all, healthy persons do feel so. The body's demands have been -met, and we are easy and comfortable, as though we had paid off ou old dun and had money left. W'e are accessible, humane, and good natured. Thin, if ever, we will grant a request without grumbling. " True benevolence," says a crusty old friend of mine, " is located in a capable stomach recently filled. ' Yes, but what of the incapable stomachs, of which there are som-ny? —stomachs that disappoint and plague their owners, till the act of feeding, so delightful to others, becomes an act to avoid the necessity of which they are almost willing to die ? Ah, that is quite another thing. These poor souls aro they who say, as Miss Wallace soys in this letter of hers. " I was no longer counted among those who have pleasure in eating. Far from it. As for me 1. was afraid to eat. I felt the need of food, of course—the weakness and sinking th"t accompanied abstinence—but what was I to do ':' The moment I ate, my distress and pain commenced. iS'o matter how light the repast was, nor how careful I wa« not to hurry in taking it, the result was the same. The dis- ' tress and gnawing pains followed, with discomfort in the chest, and a senso of choking, as if some bits of food had lodged there nnd were irritating; mo. " So objectionable and repugnant to me was the act of eating that for days together I didn't touch a morsel of solid food, subsi-ting entirely on milk and soda water. Owing to this enforced lack of nourishment I got extremely weak, and about as thin as 1 could be. I must not forget to say that thi-- happened to me or rather be' gan to happen in July, 1896, when 1 was living at Wellington, in Shropshire. It came on ; as you may say gradually and not with any sudden or acute symptoms. I found myself low, languid, and tired. Then came the failure of my appetite uud the other things 1 have named. " X took the usual medicines for indigestion, but they had no good effect. After six month's of experience of this kind of misery I read in a book about Mother Seigel's Syrup as a remedy for this disease, and got a bottle from Mr Bates, the chemist, in Wellington. Having used it a few days I felt great relief, and when I had consumed two bottles I was entirely well. Since then I have he&rti-

ly commended Mother Seigel's Syrup to man}' friends, who have invariably been cured, as I was. You h'ivo my you desire to do so. (Signed) Minnie Wallace, Nurse, The Union Workhouse, Oldham, February 22nd, 180.5. In a communication dated January Bth, 18U5, .Mrs Henrietta McCallim, of -10, Downsfield Road, Walthamstow, near London, states that her daughter Emma fell ill in the spring of 1885 with the same symptoms described by Miss Wallace. She craved food; yet, when it was placed before her, sho turned from it almost with loathing. "As tiniy went on," so runs the mother's letter, " my daughter became so weak she could hardly walk, Neither home medicines nor those of the doctors did any good. Her sufferings continued for over eight years. "In June, 1894, she began taking Mether Seigel's Syrup, of which we had just read in a little book that was left at the house. In a week ehe was better, and in less than two months she was enjoying better health than ever before. Sho has since ailed nothing, and can eit an}' kind of food. (Signed ). (Mrs) Henrietta M«Caliam." "Happy," sings Homer, "were those who fell under the high wall of Troy." Happier are they who have never fallen under the crushing weight of indigestion or dyspepsia. Happiest, perhaps, of all are they who have been lifted up by Mother Seigel's remedy and placed where once again •they can eat, drink and bo merry. And if all these could be gathered together they would make a greater host than the Greek poet ever dreamed of.