THE WORLD RUNS AWAY FROM US.

Marlborough Express, Volume XXXI, Issue 106, 9 May 1896, Page 4

THE WORLD RUNS AWAY FROM US.

♦ The other day we had a talk with a man ; who knew aa little of tho world around him as a baby. Yet he was a man of j naturally fine intelligence. Ho had fast been released from prison. Ten yea' a ago be was incarcerated under a life sentenao. Recently, however, cironmstaneeß had arisen wbioh proved his inncaence, and he obtained hie freedom. JBu* nothing cCemed as before. He had b?en stationary while j the woiii moved on. Many of bis old I friend 3 were dead, and all were changed. A big sliao of bis career wbb lost, and worse tban lost. Could ha evor make it np ? No, never. Besides, althoagh he had never committed an offence, tho mere feet that ho bad been convicted of one, would always place him at a disadvantage. Different aa it is m all outward conditions long illness produces results which re eernbles those of enforced aolitnda. When oonfined to our homea by dieeaee we are virtually out of the \rorld. Friends may, and do, pity us, but they do not He dosn by cur tide and Buffer with ua. Ah ! no. They go their own ways and leave as alone. In the midst of company we are still alone. Enjoyment, food, Bleep, freßh air, movement, work, &o.— those are for them not for w. Alas ! lor the poor prieoner whose jailer is some r elfin tleßfl diesase. Who Bhall open the iron doors and Bet him free 11 1 never had any res!; or pleosur;." So wriUs a man whose letter we have just finished reading. "In the early part of 1888," he says, " a Btrarge feelirg canne over me. I feli heavy, drowsy, lasguid end tired. Something appeared to be wrong with me, and I couldn't account fcr it. I had a foul taßte m the mouth, my appetite failed, and what I did eat lay on mi like a stone. Soon I became afraid to eat, as the not waa alwayß followed by pain and die tress. Sometimes I had a eensation of choking m the throat as if X oould not ewallow. I was swollen, too. around tha body, and got about with difficulty owicg to more aeing weakness. 'At the pit of my stomach was a hungry, craving sensation, as though I needed sup* port from food ; yet the liUlel took did not abate this feeling. sa y deep Mas broken, and I awoke iv the morning unrcfreshed. For four yean 1 continued m this wretched state before I fonnd relief." ihU latter is eigned by Mr Charles H. Smith cf 19, New City Rosd, Glasgow, and dated February 15th, 1893. Bo. r o<e we he»r how he wai at last delivered from the slavery of illnese, let us listen to the words of a lady on the came theme : Mrs Mary Aon RaeJing, of Station Road, Alisterton, noar Gainsborough, In a brief note dated January 3rd, 1833, Mrs Ensline says sha suffered m a rimil&r way for over ffteen years, Hsr hands an 3 feet vrcro cold and clammy, and eh a was palo and bloodless. She had pain m the left e:'de and palpitation, and her breathing wan I urri-.d. No medicines availed to help her until two years ago. "At that time," she cays, " our minister, the late Rev Mr WatBen, told me of Mothor Beigel's Curative Syrup, and urged me to make a trial of it. I did so, and presently felt great relief. It was not long before tho bad njrnptomß all left me, end I gradually got strong. I keep m good health, and have pleasure m rmking known to others the remedy whioh did so much for me." Mr Smith was completely cured by the game remedy, and cays had he known of it Eooner ho would have been paved years of mieery. The real ailment m both these oases was indigestion and dyspepsia, with its natural eOEsequerjcof?. Throughout the civilire.i world its couree is marked by a hundred forms of pain Mid eufferisg. Men and women are torn to pieces by it as vessels aro by rocks on which they are driven by tempests. It signifies life transformed into death, bread into pofsm Watoh for its earliest signs— especially the feeling of weariness, languor and fatigue, which announce its approaob. Prevention ia better tban cure. But, by the uso of Mother Beigel*B Cura. tive Syrup, cure is always possible; and poor captives m the loathsome dungeons of illness arc daily delivered as the hand of the good German nurse swings open the doors. 85