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Lyttelton Times, Volume LXXX, Issue 10220, 14 December 1893, Page 2

SEIGEL’S SYRUP, SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP, SEIGEL'S SYRUP. SBIGEL'S SYRUP. SEIGEL'S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. JACK KNOWZBS 1 FOUTY FRIENDS. A friend in need is a friend indeed, eayi the old saw. Quite so.. Pair weather 1 friends are plentiful enough, goodness knows i the kind that drop in on yon, talk to you, bother you, and bortoir thing* from you; the kind that never bring back that five shillings, but ask for five more "just to make it ton,” that breed of friends, I say, are as thick as flies over a sugar bowl. But the sort who stick by 1 you when you are down on your luck, who put their shoulders against your oart wheels at a nasty spot in the rood—'why,you want to hunt for them with spectacle* dad a lantern. Yet, after all, euoh friends’ do exist, and forty of them tamed up, without any hunting, when Mr Knowles needed them badly. Ho wit happened he tells us in the following statement s I, Jonathan Knowles, of Lotion Fen, near Ramsey, Hunts, do solemnly ana sincerely declare as follows :—L was always a strong healthy man up to April, 1889, ■when I began to feel ill. At nret I felt dull, low-spirited and had no energy. I had a poor appetite and for days and days could eat nothing. What 1 did eat laid like lead on my cheat. I had a gnawing, sinking 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 came up. My hands and feet wore always cold, and clammy sweats used to break out all over me. I never folt warm oven when I sat before the fire. Next a hacking dry cough, with severe pains at my cheat and lungs, began to trouble me, and my breathing became short and hurried. I soon got so weak that I had to give up my work, for I could only walk a few yards without stopping to take my breath. The cough and shortness of breath got gradually worse and worse, and I began to lose flesh rapidly. At first a doctor, from Ramsey came to see me, ha gave me medicines and cod liver wl, but held out no hope of my getting better, and after attending me three months he 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 state. The doctors at the Infirmary had; me stripped, and sounded my lungs, and said one of my lungs was almost gone, and that Z was in a consumption. They gave me medicines, also cod liver oil, but noth*; ing 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 ever getting well again, and everyone who saw me looked upon me as being in a decline. My cheeks had sunk .and. x had wasted away until I was only a shadow of my former self, you could even see the sinew* through my flesh. I was nothing but skin and bone, having lost three stone in weight. I got up every day, but had; to sit in an armchair all day long; I could only move a few yards and that with the aid of a stick. In this half-dead, half-alive state I continued for nearly two years, and was looked upon as, doomed. During the latter part my wifel did not think I should live from one weekl, to another, and friends who came to see, xna used to say, "Poor Jack will never come out alive again.” »In December,' 1890, when I was at my worst, a neigh-’ hour of mine, Mrs Zing, True Briton Inn,! told me of a medicine called Mother; Sergei's Curative Syrup, and gave me half, a bottle of it. I. had no faith in anything; doing me any good, but I took it. Having; been so long out of work I could not get money for more of the syrup. So strongly were my friends convinced that the medicine would do me good that a subscription was started, and over forty people subscribed to enable me to get a‘ further supply. Mrs King got the' Syrup from Mr J. Freeman, Chemist; Eamsey, and kept me supplied with it. After I had three bottles of the Syrup I felt benefit. I kept on with the medicitie and gradually got stronger and stronger, and got back to my work; Of course it took a long time before I pro-; perly got up my strength. • I can .now do, any kind of work, and feel so strong that I often walk 14 miles a day, for which I! thank God and Mother Seigel’e Syrupj Everyone in the district is-astonished *t’ my recovery. I tell them all that Sei gel's Syrup has brought me back to life. I wish' others to know of what has done so much for me, and I give permission to the Proprietors of the medicine to make what ule they think fit of this statement; and' I make this solemn declaration conscientiously believing the same to bo true. By virtue of the Statutory Declaration, Act, 1835 (Will, IV., o. 62). Subscribed and de-' dared at Peberboro’, in the County of Northampton, this 29bh day of January, 1892, before me, (Signed) L. J. Deacon, A Commissioner to administer Oaths in Jo jsh& the Supreme Court of Judicature in England, J You take notice of contra that Mr Knowles makes a solemn legal declaration >to the truth of his remarkable story. It Is so full of suggestive facta that I could write a book about it. But there is no time nor room now to do that. The points to remember are thesu i—lff the doctors thought "Poor Jack” had consumption they were mistaken. The fact that he got well shows he had no consumption. A matt, who can now walk 14 miles a day has got two good lungs. Doctors have no business to make such blunders 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 of flesh were, symptoms of that, not of the destruction of, lung, substance. Next, keep bearing in mind that all our common maladies signify; that our machinery for digesting food is, out of order. It is so when it doesn't look' so, the same as when it does. That is the secret of the success -of, Mother Soigel’s Syrup. It -cleanses the, cistern and the pipes, and then the water of life runs clear and sweet. Those forty sensible believed in that. Mr J. Knowles is a very respectable hard-working man. He ia a farm labourer and has a small allotment of land which he cultivates. The persons who subscribed to get him the Syrup are principally farm labourers and farmers residing in the district of Ramsey. The case is well, known to all the people round about where Knowles lives. Mrs Knowles, in speaking, of her husband’s long illness, stated that, she never for one moment expected hlsi recovery. Bha could see him gradually; dwindling away,'and herself and children; could not taka their meals for tears wheh they i=aw the dreadful condition We] Knowles was in, for they expected fadog him every week. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SEIGEL'S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP. SEIGEL'S SYRUP. SEIGEL’S SYRUP.