"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Marlborough Express, Volume XXX, Issue 168, 20 July 1894, Page 4

"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Not worth a straw, eh? Then it was • Worth just nothing— nothing at all. Who has not ased that oompamson a thonaand ■ times to express absolute worthleseness ? A st-aw? The wind blows it away, fire barns it tip, cattle tread it m the mad.it rots by the roed Bids.. What ol it? Who dues for a straw ? , . Yet this ia exaotly what a dootor reoently * - Said to one of hia patients, " Your life is not 1 worth a straw." iiow ranch is o, doqtor r worth wbo will speak bo to one that trusts him, and has no hope bat m his skill ? For my part, if he were up for sale at auction, I ' would bid one straw for him— no more, t Even if what he said was trae, he bad no t right to say it. Such a doctor is more , likely to kill with his tongue than to cnie . with his drags. '"• A woman tells the story, and she tells it c well. If it doesn't Bound like the truth, f then I don't know what ever does. The j dates and the facts are all there plain and orderly. , 1 "Tn the summer of 1878," she says, '• I t found myself feeling tired, languid, lowspirited, and weak. I felt as if come evil were about to h-ppen, My appetite was poor, and after eating I had excruciating pain at uy loins and fides. There was a gnawing pain at the pit of my stomach, ' and a rising m the throat as if I should ■ choke. My head (eltas though I bad a ton weight on it. Gradually I got worse, and for months could take only liquid food. At . sight I lay awake for hours together. ' ■ ' Later on I fullered greatly from nervous prostration. My legs trembled and shook so 1 feared to fall. If a knock came to the '. door I trembled from head to foot. I hud I frequent attacks which began with palpitation of the heart ay& sudden stoppage of . the breath. At there times I was b jeechless and helpless. They Bay I looked like a ' corpse, cold and bloodless, my fingernails and lips having tamed back. After a while ' this would pasn off, leaving me weak and prostrate. I got co emaciated and thin ( that I was on y a bag of bones, and so weak I had to take ho*d of the f umit ure to steady rnys. If as I cross* d the ioom. As time - went en the nervousness and forebodings of ovil so increased thai I feared I should go out of my mind. The neighbours said ■ .'• it would be a mercy if the Lord would release me from my sufferings. ' "In this condition I continued for over four years, during which time I consulted five doctors, hnt rotbing they gave me did any * good. They all eaid my ailment was heart diseafe and one said, • Your life is not worth a straw.' . , .'.'ln despair I gave tip taVing physic, as •" .'• X felt that nothing would save me. In ■ ; May. 1882, tea years ago, a hvl.y (Mrs ' Biohardson) called at my house, told me ,' of Mother Seig l's Curative Syrap, and strongly advised me to try it. I did co, and [ felt somewhat be.ter after the fir?t bottle ; . and by the time I had tali en three bottles I was completely cures). From that to this I have had no rttnrn of the attacks, and nm * so strong I can do an> kind of work. But . for Seigel's Syrup 1 should have been mmy ] grave long ago. I wish oihere to know this, and will answer any who call or write " t ; (Signed) EMMi v- ick*kdbn (wife of W<ll- , i«m Wioktndpn, gardenei), Pembroke Villas, 123, Mcfht Road Thornton death, ■ March 17td, 1892. So it turned out that her lifa was not only worth a straw, but worth a whole aolden harvest of health and better days. Yet no thanks to the doctors. Her oomj lioat?d symy toms puzzled and alarmed them, , to be sure, but <*by ? Is it not the dootorfl' 1 duty to understand such things? Most ; assuredly. Jnst as a lawyer ohoald know the law, or a pilot the rooks, tides, and t lights oi a coast. Bad some of these medical men known that Mrs Wiokenden's malady wai indigestion and dyspepsia, and not heart disease, they might possibly have relieved her. But confused by the Bjmp. torus, they were blind to the oau?e. We may well wonder it there are many such dootors m England. „ Cases like this Bhow that the clear eight k beloDged to Mother Seigel; and to her . remedy hosts of people m this country are indebted for physical salvation when, m very truth, the r lives seemed as atrawß. ■ Kemembor this was ten years ago, and v tbe malady has not yet return :d ; Bhowing that the core was a permanent one.