THEY WONDERED TO SEE HIM.

Lyttelton Times, Volume XCVI, Issue 11053, 3 September 1896, Page 3

THEY WONDERED TO SEE HIM.

“ I could not move a yard without help, 1 can now walk for miles.”

There is certainly a very sharp contrast between these two statements. When we see a person who, because of illness, is unable to move a yard without help, we do not expect to meet him on the road and on foot miles from home, soon thereafter, if, indeed, we meet him at all. At least we should regard these extremes, considered as within the experience of the same man, and enclosed within a comparatively brief period of time, as something to wonder at and ask questions about. And people did wonder at and inquire about it. Many said the circumstances recalled the age of miracles, supposed to have passed forever away. The facts (briefly set forth in a letter 1 from the man himself) are as follows. We may add that Mr Henry Jackson is a farmer, well known and respected in his district, and his case is familiar to neighbours and friends of his throughout the vicinity. “In the early part of 1892,” says Mr Jackson, “ I began to feel weak and ailing. I was • low in spirits, and my bodily strength seemed to be leaving me. There was a bad and nauseous. taste in my mouth; my appetite, which had always been good, failed until I had no real desire for food whatever, and after' eating I had. much pain at the chest and. a fulness around the sides. My stomach always felt burning hot, and I had a gnawing pain at the pit of it. “I remained in this general condition until August of the same year, when I was. taken worse. My legs began to swell, and rheumatism set in all over me, more particularly in the hips and back. No local treatment had any effect upon it. It grew worse and worse, until I was no longer able to rise from my chair without assistance. In truth, I had no power over myself, and could not 'move a yard without' help. “ I suffered so with *mcre pain that I could not lie in bed, and for over twelve months I never had my clothes off. “During this time I was attended day and night, being literally unable to do anything of importance for myself. All the sleep I got was taken in naps and snatches while I was bolstered up in my usual place in an easy chair. Under the terrible strain of the pain and loss of proper rest my nerves broke down so that any uncottnmoK event in the house or noise was more than I could bear. My heart was very bad, and thumped until I could scarcely stay in the chair and endure it.

“ The doctor who had charge of my case said my condition was critical. He said that my lungs and liver were badly affected, and that I had Bright’s disease of the kidneys. Still his medicines did me no good, and after attending me ten months he said he could do no more for me.

“ I then got a doctor from Bolton to see me, and he held out slender hopes of, my ever getting any better. I thought the same, and so did all who saw me. “In October, 1893, my daughter, Mrs Dickinson, of Bolton, told me how she had been benefited by taking Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, and thought it might possibly help me. I had small faith, but there could be no harm in trying. So we sent at once to Mr Pare, the chemist, in Fold Eoad, Bolton, for enough to -decide whether it would do me good or not. After taking ' it a short time I was better. I could sleep better, and had some appetite for food, and what I ate agreed with me. This was 1 hopeful and cheering indeed. “ I kept on with the Syrup, and it acted wonderfully with me. The worst symptoms abated, and I gained strength. Soon all the water in my legs passed off, and the rheumatism troubled me but little. Still, using the Syrup, my condition continued to improve in every respect, until I once more stood on my feet, and felt like a man of this world. I can now walk for miles and have no pain.; All my friends think as Ido —that under the circumstances my recovery was nothing short of marvellous. You are - at liberty to. publish this statement, and refer any interested persons to me. (Signed) Henry Jackson, Pewett Hill Farm, CulA cheth, near Warrington, October 9th, 1895.”

No words of ours can add to the convincing force of Mr Jackson’s plain statement. His disease was originally and radically of the digestion. The attack was sharp and profound, and developed into the resulting conditions he so well describes. He may not have had Bright’s disease, but that he was directly progressing towards that fatal malady there is no doubt. The effect of Mother SeigeTs Syrup in his case only serves to show afresh its rare and remarkable power. Scarcely is so great a victory to be looked for from any medicine. Yet the facts are undeniable. We congratulate Mr Jackson on his escape from a danger which was much more serious than even, he probably imagined.