WHY NOT LIVE A CENTURY !

Lake County Press, Issue 704, 16 April 1896, Page 7

WHY NOT LIVE A CENTURY !

“ lii the coming time,” sai l a famous Euglish poet,” “a man or woman eighty or one hundred years old will be more beautiful than the youth or maiden of twenty, as the ripe fruit is more beautiful and fragrant than the green. Those ripe men and wjmen will have no wrinkles on the brow, no grey hair, no bent and feeble bodies. On die contrary they will have perfect hearing, clear eyesight, sound teeth, elastic step, and mental vigor.” Does this sound absurd and impossible ? Why should it? People- over oue hundred years old are frequently met with in these days, as they have been as far as human records go back, A man is of no real valtm until be is past fifty and gained control of his passions and acquired some practical wisdom. After that he ought to have from fifty to seventy-five working years before him Who dies short of one hundred (bar violence) dies of his own folly or that of his ancestors. One chief thing, however, wo must learn. What is it? Take an illustration—such as we see multitudes of on every side. Mr Richard Legattc of New Bolingbroke, near Boston, Lincolnshire, is a man now somewhat over seventy. He i-- a firmer, well known and highly respected in his district, In the spring of IS9I he had an attack of influenza from which he n -ver fully recuperated. Tne severe symptoms pa sod away, of course, but he remained weak. No doubt food would have built him up, pro vided he could have eaten and digested it. Yet here was the trouble, his appetite was poor, and what little he took, as a matter of necessity rather than of relish, secured to act wrong with him. Instead of giving him strength it actually produced pain and distress in the sides, chest, and stomach. Then again—which is a common experience—he would feel a craving for something to eat; yet on sitting down to a meal, in the hope to enjoy it, the stomach would suddenly rebel against the proceeding, and lie would turn from the cable without having swallowed a mouthful.

Nothing could come of this but increasing weakness and it wasn’t long before it was all he could do to summon strength to walk about. As for working on his farm, that to be sure, was not to be tho ight 01} He had a doctor attending him, as we should expect. If the services of a learned medical man are ever needed they must be in such a case—whsn nature seems to be all broken up, and the machinery runs slow, as our family clocks do when we have forgotten to wind them at the usual hour. Well, Mr Loggatc took the prescribed medicines, but got no better. He asked the doctor why that was, and he appeared to be puzzled for an answer at first. Naturally, enough a doctor dosn’t like, to admit that his medicines arc doing no good, because he expects to be paid for them.; and then there is his professional pride, besides. However, he finally said, “If my medicines fail to make you belter it is owing to your age.” That idea was plain as a pikestaff, and if the patient had never got any better afterwards, why who could dispute what the doctor said ? Nobody, of course. It would look just as thougn Mr Loggatc were really going to pieces from old :.ge.. Butsomething-sub-iequently happened which spoils that easy theory ot tho case. What it was he tells us in a letter dated February 3rd, 1893.

“ After doctoring several, months without receiving any benefit, I determined to-try Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. I got a bottle from Mr G. H.. Hanson, Chemist, New Bolingbroke. After taking the Syrup tor a. week I. was much bettor. I. had a gpod appetite, ami’ what I ate digested: and strengthened, me ami by the time lihad taken, two bottles 1 was well and strong-as ever. You may publish this. at ■ turnout if yon, think proper. (Signed) Richard Leggate.” So it proved, after all,.that Mr Lcggat.e was not suffering, from.old ago [at: .hi-centy ? Norurnge!], but from indigestion and dyspepsia. When Mother Seigsd’s great discovery. routed; that', he felt ‘‘well ami strong as ever..

Now. for the moral :.It is-not Father Time who mows people down.thus early in liie ; it is the Demon, of Dyspepsia. Keep ./dm away,, and;—barring. accidents—you may live. a. century..