THE NUGGET OF COLD ORE.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2169, 13 August 1897, Page 6

THE NUGGET OF COLD ORE.

, "That."said my friend, in reply to a question of mine, "tea very large and very rich nugget of gold ore. It was takenjmany years ago from a mine in Australia." " How much is it worth "T I asked. He looked at me with a shrewd smile and replied : "It ia worth jut nothing at all." I thought that a queer thing for him to •ay, butaaked no more questions. Two years later I again visited his house in Loudon, and this time I missed the big nugget from the shelf where I had seen it. But I asked no questions. Perhaps, recalling the incident of two years before, my friend said: "I have something to show you. and, opening a closet, he produced a magnificent gold vase, remarking : " That nugget of gold ore bas taken this form. Exclusive of the gold alone it is now worth £IOO. What curious similitudes there are be. tween things essentially unlike! Here is one which it may be instructive to follow up. It is sogggested by the following sentence from a woman's letter:—"ln spite of all nourishing food I took, nothing seemed to give me strength." Now, why was that ? Perhaps the history of the previous three years of her life may help to account for it In January, 1890, she had an attack of influenza, which, she says, lefther low, weak, and languid. So far as we are able to ascertain, influenza is caused by a certain poison in the blood developed during peculiar conditions al the atmosphere. Its early symptoms are those of a fever; they are always sudden and often alarming. Yet, as in nearly all cases it ends in recovery in a week or two, it does not explain the mystery of Mrs Westell's continued weakness and prostration. She telle us that her appetite was poor, and that eating was immediately followed by great pain in the chest, back, and sides. Hoping to overcome this state of things she took much noorishing food. That an increase of strength should result from the eating of plenty of good food would seem reasonable. How else can one ever gain strength ? Yet, strange to say, no such reresult followed. On the contrary, the pains became worse, so that—to nse her own words —she was " completely racked with pain " all over her, and so weak she could scarcely put one foot before the other. Besides this, the condition of the stomach was far from encouraging. That organ is the source of all power in the human body, and should feel warm, comfortable and quiet In this lady's case it was fnil of uneasiness and pain. She speaks of a craving, gnawing, sinking sensation in it which was not'relieved either by food or by any medical treatment. Certainly, something quite different from a former attack of influenza went to the making of that; we must look deeper to find the real trouble. Chemists often determine the character of a poison by observing the colour it creates when applied to litmus paper; and—in addition to the general symptoms—it is sometimes possible to tell the nature of a disease by taking notice of what cores it Now there is one universally known remedy which never fails to cure one subtle, comprehensive, and yet deceptive disease. Happily it was finally employed in Mrs Westall's case. In concluding her letter, dated December Ist, 12, Rooklidge Avenue, Willesden, LonN.W., 1892-ahe says : "Atthe time when my conductor was very critical and my family very anxious, my son-in-law, Mr Deacon, of Shepherd's Bush Road, told me how, in an illness of his own, he had been cured by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup and advised me to begin using it at once. I did so, and soon my appetite returned and my food digested ; and by the time I had consumed two bottles I was strong as ever, and have kept in the best of health ever since.— (Signed) Yours truly, Mary Westell."

This remedy, as the public is well aware, is advertised to cure indigestion and dyspepsia and its consequences—and nothing else. Yet these consequences include nearly every ailment with which we are familiar. Even influenza seldom attacks any save those whose blood is first poisoned by indigestion and dyspepsia. And as to that nugget of gold ore T Ah, yes.—Gold is worthless until is manufactured. Food is useless unless it is digested. Between tLe ore and the vase is the workman. Between food and strength also a workman—the stomach.