"TWO PER CENT OFF MY LIFE."

Lyttelton Times, Volume CIX, Issue 13120, 7 May 1903, Page 6

"TWO PER CENT OFF MY LIFE."

It was in a court of justice, adjoining the hideously gloomy, prison of Newgate, a point at winch the misery and crime of London have for centuries being focussed. A young man, scarce past boyhood, stood before the late Lord Chief Justice. Coleridge, charged with embezzlement. ...He was a bright, intelligent youth, somewhat better educated than the average English clerk, but not clever enough to make one sovereign do the work of five, so ho had embezzled his employer's money, in order to live according to his taste. The employer objected, hence the scene of which we have a, vivid recollection. After reading him a fatherly lecture, the eminent judge sentenced the delinquent to two years' imprisonment. "Two years I" exclaimed the convict, as he was led away. " Two per cent off my life, if I live for a hundred years 1" Yes, two years makes a distinct notch in the life even of a centenarian; and then, you see, very few of us,can reasonably hope to become centenarians', which makes the matter worse. Notwithstanding the benefits conferred upon humanity by our marvellously improved sanitary arrangements, modern habits and customs don't, on the whole, tend towards increased length of life. It is, therefore, imperative that everyone should as vigilantly watch that he loses no time by transgressing the laws of the land; for the first of these transgressions is responsible for a vastly larger amount of lost time than can be ascribed to the second.

" After suffering from indigestion for over two years, I was completely cured by Mother Seigcl's Syrup in five weeks." Thus writes Miss Helena Easton, of 50, Pacific Street, Newcastle, N.S.W., on Oct. 21, 1902. Miss Easton is a young lady of about twenty-six summers, just at that golden period of life which cannot be abbreviated by two years, or even two months, without inspiring infinite regret. Miss Easton continues: "In the summer of 1898, when residing in Auburn Street, Gouibum (of which city I am a native), I first became conscious that my health was giving way. My appetite left me, and I felt languid, weak, and nervous. The little food I ate caused dreadful pains in the chest and stomach, to say nothing of many other distressing symptoms. A doctor whom-1 consulted informed me that my complaint was acuto indigestion ; but his treatment did me no good whatever. The efforts of a second doctor being equally futile, I took a, great variety of patent medicines, which, in turn, were recommended to me by various friends. But I did not find that any of them did me the least good. And so for two years I grew paler, thinner and feebler. I never went out, but moped about the house all day, dull and listless, the slightest effort being painful to me. Noise, or excitement of any kind, would cause my heart to palpitate violently, after which it would almost ceaso to beat.

" While I was in this miserable condition, a lady friend, Mrs W. Cook, came from Sydney to spend with us the Christmas holidays of 1900. This lady persuaded me to try Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup, at the same time asserting that she knew several persons who had derived great benefit from it, and that she was sure it was the only thing that would do me good. I accepted her advice, and, acting upon it, found that in a surprisingly short space of time —before, indeed, I had finished the second bottle —Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had wrought a change in my condition and appearance which nothing else had been able to effect. I could eat and sleep; the heart trouble disappeared; and I recovered all my old-time capacity for and the pleasures of life. At this distance of time, I entertain no doubt whatever that my cure is absolutely permanent." 1