"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XXVII, Issue 2747, 14 June 1894, Page 4

"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Not worth a straw, eh? Then it was ■worth just nothing— nothing at all. Who has not used that comparison a thousand times to express abso'ate worthlessness P A straw ? The wind blows il away, fire burns it np, cattle tread it in he mud, it rots by the roadside. What of it ? Who cares for a straw? Yet this is exactly what a doctor said to one of his patients, " Tour life is not worth a Btraw." How much is a dootor worth who Vill speak so to one that trusts him, and has no hope but in his skill ? For my part, if he wetfe up for sale at auotion, I would bid one straw fOr hitn— no more. Even if what he said, waß true, he had no right to say it. Buoh a dootor is more likely to kill with his tongue than to cure with his drugs. A woman .tells. ,the story, and she tells it well. If it doesn't sourd like the truth, then don't know what evet does. The dates and the facts are all there, plain and orderly. "In the summer of 1878," rihe says, •• I found myself feeling tired, langaid, lowl spirited, and weak. I felt as if some eviv?ere about to happen. My appetite was poor, and after eating I had excruciating pains at my loins and sides. There was a horrible gnawing pain at the pit of my stomach, and a rising in the throat as if I should choke, My head felt as though I had a ton weight on it. > Gradually £ got worse, and for months could take only liquid food. At night I lay awake for hours together. ' Later on I suffered greatly from nervous prostration. My legs trembled and shook so ' I feared to fall. If a knock came to the door I trembled from head to foot. I had frequent attacks which began with palpita tion of the heart and sudden stoppage of the breath. At these times I was speechless and helpless. They say I looked like a corpse,' oo)d and bloodless, my finger-nails and lips having turned blaok. . After a while, this would pas's off, leaving me weak and prostrate. I ot so emaciated and thin that I was only, a bag of bones, and bo weak I had to take hold I of the furniture to steady myself as I crossed the room. As time went on the nervousness and forebodings of evil so increased that I feared- 1 should go- out of my mind.^ The neighbors 'said it would be a meroy'if the Lord would release me from my sufferings. ii"ln this condition I continued for years, during which time I consulted five doctors, tmt nothing they gave me did- me any good. They all said my ailment was heart disease, and ono said, 'Your life is not worth a Btraw.' "In despair I gave up taking physio, as I felt that nothing would save me. In May, 1882, ten years ago, a lady (Mrs Riohardson) called ' at my house, tola me of Mother Beigel'fl Curative Syrup, and strongly advised me to try it. I did so, and felt somewhat better after the first bottle; and by the time I had taken three bottles I was completely cured. From that to this I have had no return of the attacks, and amsoßtrong I can do any kind of work. But for Seigel's Byxup I should have been in my grave long ago. I wish others to know this, and will answer any who call or write." (Signed) Emma Wickenden (wife of William Wickenden, gardener), Pembroke Villas, 123, Moffat road, Thornton Heath, March 17th, 1892. So it turned out that hex life was not only worth a straw, but worth a whole golden harvest of health and better days. Yet no thanks to the doctors. Her' complicated symptoms puzzled and alarmed them, to be sure, but why ?/ Is it not the doctor's tldty to understand such things ? Most assuredly. Just as a lawyer should know the law, or a pilot the rocks, tides, and lightsvpf a coast. Had some.pf these medical men known that Mrs Wiokenden's malady was indigestion and dyspepsia, and not heart disease, they might possibly have relieved her.' But, oonfused by the symptoms,, they were blind to tbe cause. We may well wonder if there are many suoh doctors in England. Oases like this show that the clear Bight belonged to Mother Seigel; and to his remedy \hosts of people in this country ay indebted for physical salvation when, i ver truth, their lives seemed as- straws. t Eemember this was ten years ago, and the malady has not returned, showing that the cure was a permanent one. I; ',.}'•%. .======

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