HAPPIEST OF ALL.

Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 4, Issue 185, 17 June 1896, Page 3

HAPPIEST OF ALL.

There is no time in the twenty-four hours when one ought to feel so thoroughly satisiied and content as immediately after a good, hearty meal. And all healthy persons do feel so. The body's demands have been met, and we are c-asy and comfortable,, as though we had pi 1 id off on old dun and had money left. We are accessible, humane, and good natured. Then, 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 tho incapable stomachs, of which there are so many? —stomachs that disappoint and plague their owners, till the act of feeding, so delightful to others, becomes an act in avoid the necessitj' of which they are almost willing to die? Ah, that js quite another thing. These poor souls are they who say, as Miss W.ulLice says in this letter of hers. " 1 was 110 longer counted among those who have pleasure in eating. Far from it. As for mo 1 was afraid to eat. I felt tho iK;ed of food, of course —the weakness and sinking th»t accompanied abstinence—but what was I to do The moment 1 ate, my distress and pain commenced. matter how light, the repast was, nor how careful! was not to hurry in taking it, the result was the s me, Iho distress and gnawingpaius followed, with discomfort in the «hest, and a sense of choking, us if some bits of food had lodged there and were irritating me. " So objectionable and repugnant to me was the act of eating that for days together I didn't touch a morsel of solid food, subsisting entirely on mi k 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 mo or rather be> gan to happen in July, Itt'Jli, when 1 was living at Wt Hington, in Shropshire. It came on, as you may say gradudlyand not with any sudden or acute symptoms. I found myself low, languid, and tired. Then came the failure of my appetite and tho other things I have named.

" I 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 en~ tirely well. Since then I hare heartily commended Mother JSeigel's Syrup to man 3' friends, who have invariably been cured, as I was. You hive my permission to publish 1113' letter, if you desire to do so. Minnio Wallace, Nurre, The Union Workhouse, Oldham, February 22nd, 1895. In a communication dated January Bth, 1895, .Virs Henrietta McCallam, of 40, Downsfield Road, Walthamstow, near Loudon, states that her daughter Emma fell ill in the spring of 1885 with the same sj'mptoms described by Miss Wallace. She craved food, yet, when it was placed before her, she turned from it aimost with loathing. "As tinio 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. '•ln June, 1594, she began taking Mother Seigel's Syrup, of which we had just read in a little book that was left at the house. In a week she was better, and in less than two months she was enjoying better health than ever before. She has since ailed nothing, and can eat any kind of food. (Signed; (Mrs) Henrietta McCallam." "Happy," sings Homer, "were those who fell under tho 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 beeu lifted up by Mother Seigel's remedy and placed where once again they can eat, drink and be merry. And if all these could be gathered together they would make a greater host than the Greek poet ever dreamed of.