WE MUST HAVE THE TOOLS.

Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 4, Issue 196, 2 September 1896, Page 3

WE MUST HAVE THE TOOLS.

Robinson Crusoe, you remember, made a big boat or eanoe out of the trunk of a tree. It was a laborious and tedious job. And that was'nt the worst of it. When he got the boat done he couldn't launch it. It was too heavy for one man to handle. If he had only an arrangoment like the capstan of a ship he might have managed. Ho understood how to do it, but lacked the tools. How often wo find ourselves at a dead stand for that same reason. Lot me give you a fresh illustration, tied up for the moment in the following letter, which must first be read before wo rightly come at the point. " In the spring of 1894. " our correspondent, " I got into a low weak way, not being able to imagine what had happened to me. My strength kept ebbing away till I had scarcely the desire or ability to do anything. I felt as tired as if I had just arrived home from a long, hard journey, yet no tax more than usual of any kind had been laid upon me. My mind too was weary: so that I turned from things that obliged me to think, plan, or consider, " Side by side, so to speak, with nil this was the failure of my appetite. Of course I continued to eat, or make an effort to eat, but food no longer tempted me as it does a person in health. I picked and minced over my meals, and the little I took neither tasted good nor did me any good after I had eaten it. Instead of warming, comforting and stimulating me, as it used to do, it gave me distre-s at the stomach, pain at the chest, and a singular feeling of tightness around the waist, as though a belt were buckled too enug around me. " After a time the condition of my stomach seemed to grow worse. There was that sense of gnawing, ho often mentioned by others, and occasionally a feeling of faiutnos* and sinking, almost like the ground giving way under one's foet." [Remark . An eminent London physician, in one of his books, describes this sinking feeling as one of most appalling and frightful that it is possible to experience. It is not the body but the mind that suffers. I, the present writer, have had two attacks of it, and pray to have no more. It is like unto the overshadowing of the Death Angel's wing, with the mind I'ULI.Y CONSCIOUS OF THE SITUATION. Tli6 cause is uric ncid poison in the Wood, one of the products of prolonged indigestion.] " When this sinking feeling came on,'' continues the lotter, "it weighed me down like a nightmare. Finally I got to be so wonk I could only walk slowly and feebly. The DoqTOR WHO PRESCRIBED FOR ME SAID MY COM-

plaint was DYSPEPSIA, but his medicine had no perceptible effect. " I continued like this for oight years ; not always the same, but now better and then worse. Yet in all that time there was not a day when I could say I wa3 well. No medicine or treatment seemed right for me, and I slmost began to think I never should recover my former health. "In March, 1892, Mother Seigel's Sj'rup was recommended to me as having done wonders in cases like mine, even when they were of long standing and everything else had failed. No harm to try it, we thought, and got a bottle from MiGrime, the chemist in Bolton Road : and after taking it I felt great velief My appetite quickly improved, and I eould eat without pain. When I had taken two or three bottles more the bad symptoms had all gone, and I was as well as ever. My husband also took the medicine with the same good results. You may publish my letter and refer inquirers to me. (Signed) (Mrs) Elizabeth Wilson, 5, Northcote Street, Bolton Road, Darwen. March Ist 1805." The le-son in this interesting narrative is too plain for us to miss it. Our old friend Crusoe was not able to launch his boat for the want of machinery. Similarly the doctor who attended Mrs Wilson was uot able to euro her because he did not possess the right remedy. His opinion as to her complaint was entirely correct. She was suffering from chronic dyspepsia, precisely as ho told her. But alas! it is one thing to know what ought to be done and quite another to have the knowledge and means to do it. Between these two thing* (over this wide gap) staads Mother Seigel's Syrup, just as between the two sides of the Thames stands tho London Bridge.