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Lyttelton Times, Volume LXXX, Issue 10214, 7 December 1893, Page 2

SEIGBL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SBIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP, SBIGEL'S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYBUPSEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. ! JACK KNOIVLBS’ FOBTI FRIENDS. A friend in need is a friend indeed, says' the old saw, Qctife &q. Pair weather friends are plentiful enough, goodness' knows ; the kind that drop in on you, talk to you, bother you, and borrow, things from you ; the kind that never bring hack that five shillings, but ask for five more "just to rauke it tea,” that breed of friends, i say, are aa thick as flies over a sugar bowl. But the sort who stick by you when you avb down on your luck, who put their shoulders againat your cart wheels at a nasty spot in the road — why, you want to hunt for them with spectacles and a lantern. Yet, after all, (such friends do exist, and forty of them turned up,, without any hunting, when Mr Knowles needed them badly. How it happened he tells us iu the following statement I, Jonathan Knowles, of. Lotton Eea, near Eatneey, Hunts, do solemnly and sincerely declare as follows :—I. was always a strong healthy man up to April, 1889, when I began to feel ill. At first I felt dull, low-spirited and had no energy. I had a poor appetite and for days and days could eat nothing. "What I did eat Laid like lead on my chest. I had a gnawing, oinking feeling at the pit of the stomach, and was constantly sick, vomiting up a green fluid. At times the heaving and straining was so great that blood cams up. My hands end feet were always cold, and clammy sweats need to break out all over me. I never felt warm even when I sat before’ the fire. Next a hacking dry cough, with severe pains at my chest and lungs, began to trouble me, and'my breathing became short and hurried. I soon got so week that I had to give up my work, for I could only walk a few yards without stopping take my breath. The cough and * shortness of breath got gradually worse and worse, and I began to lone flesh rapidly. At first a doctor from Eamsey came to see me, ha gave me medicines and cod liver oil, bub held out no hope of my getting .better, sad after attending mo three months ha recommended me to go to the hospital. I got a recommendation from my master, Mr David Corney, Wellington House, St Mary’s, and went to the Peterborough Infirmary. I had to be taken in a trap to the railway station, such was my weak etate. • The doctors at the Infirmary had me stripped, and sounded my lungs, and said one of my lungs was almost gone, and that! was in a consumption. They gave mo medicines, also cod liver oil, but nothing did me any good. After being under their care and treatment for three months I was discharged as incurable. My wife and relations now lost all hope of my over getting well again, and everyone who saw me looked upon mo as being in a decline. My cheeks had sunk and I bad wasted away until I was only a , shadow of my former self, you could oven see the sinews through my flesh. I was nothing bub skin and bone, having lost three atone in weight. I gob up every day, but had to sit in su armchair all day long. I could only move a few yards and that with the aid of a stick. In this half-dead, half-aliva state I continued for nearly two years, and was looked upon aa doomed. During die latter part my wife did nob think I should live from one week to another, and friends who" came' to see me used to say, “Poor Jock will never come out alive ■ again." In December, 1890, when I was at my worst, a neighbour of mine, Mrs King, True Briton Inn, told mo of a medicine called Mother Seigoi’e Curative Syrup, and gave me half a bottle of it. I had no faith in anything doing mo any good, but I took it. Having been so long out o£ work I could not get money for more of the syrup. So strongly were my friends convinced that the medicine would do mo good that a subscription was started, and over forty people subscribed to enable' me to get a further supply. Mrs King got the Byrup from Mr J. Freeman, Chemist, Eameey, and kept me ‘supplied with , it. After I had three bottles of the Syrup I felt benefit. I kept on with the medicine and gradually got stronger and stronger, and got back to my work. Of course it took’a long time before’l properly got up my strength. I can now: do say-kind of work, and feel so strong, that I often walk ! 14 miles a day, for which l thank God and Mother Seigel’a Syrup. Everyone in the district h astonished at my recovery. I. tell thorn all that Seigel’a Syrup has brought mo back to life.' Iwiah others to know of what has done bo , much for me, and I give permission to the Proprietors of the medicine to make what use they think fit of this statement,;’ and I make this solemn declaration , conscientiously believing the same ,to .be;- true. By virtue of the Statutory Declaration Act, 1835 (Will. IY., c. 62),. , G Subscribed and de-'j ’ dared at Peterboro’, in fjhe County of Northampton, this 29fch day of . January, 1892, before me, 1 - (Signed) (Signed) | Jonathan , KxtoWLES. L. J. Deacon, A Commissioner to administer Oaths in the Supreme Court of Judicature in England, J You take notice of course that Mi? Knowles makes a solemn legal declaration to the truth of hie remarkable story. It ia so full of suggestive facts that I could write a book about it. But there ia no timd nor room now to do that. The points to remember are these: —-If the doctors thought “Poor Jack" had consumption they were mistaken. The fact that he got well shows ho had no consumption. A man who can now walk 14 miles a day has got two good lungn. Doctors have no business to make such blundero and scare patients out of all courage and hope. But there I Ignorance is ignorance, no matter where you run across it. What ailed Mr Knowles was indigestion and dyspepsia—nothing else. The cough and loss p£ flesh were symptoms of that, hot of the destruction of lung substance. Next, keep bearing in mind that all onr common maladies signify that our machinery for digesting food is out of order. It is bo when it doesn’t look; so, the some as when it does. • That is the secret of the success of Mother Seigel’s Syrup. It cleanses the cistern and the pipes, and then the watts of life runs clear and sweet. Those forty eeaaiblo believed in that. ' . ,• Mr J." Knowles is a very respectable hard-working man. He is a farm labourer, and has a small allotment of land w hich be cultivates. The persona, who subscribed to get him the Syrap ere principally f«aa labourers and farmer# residing; in. too district of Earn coy. The case is well; known to all tho people round about where: Knowles Uvea. Mrs Knowles, in epeakiogi of her husband’s long illness, stated that ehe never for one moment expected hi* recovery. She could eeo him gradually dwindling Away, and herself and children could not take their meals for tears when; they eaw the dreadful condition Mrj Knowles was in, for they expected looiag him every week. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP. SEIGEL’S SYEUP.