Fairly Well isn't Well Enough.

Manawatu Herald, 13 December 1898, Page 3

Fairly Well isn't Well Enough.

* Lit us say that your wages are twenty shillings a week. You have worked hard dona your best, and feel that you have earned your money. Very good. Now imagine that when Saturday night comes your employer hems and haws, and wants to pat you off with fifteen. I'll be bound you would think yourself hardly treated. What aw the great strikes in this country commonly about ? Why, in some fashion they are about wages or hours ; it comes to the same thing. Beit nnderstood that the writer usea this fact as an illustration of another fact— that is all. What is that other fact ? We will work it out of the following personal statement. " Nearly all my life," says Mrs. Sarah Dalby, " I have been subject to attacks of biliousness, accompanied with sickness, but got on fairly well up to the early part of 1882. At this time I began to feel heavy, dull, and tried, with an all-gone, sinking sensation. My skin was sa low, and the whites of my eyes of a yellow tinge." As everybody knows, or ought to know, the colouring matter was bile. The liver being torpid, and, therefore, failing to remove the bile from the blood, it entered the skin ; and showed itself on the surface. But the discolouration isn't the worst mischief done by the vagabond bile, containing many poisonous waste elements ; it disorders the whole system and sets up troublesome and dangerous symptons, some of which the lady names. " I had a bad taste in the mouth," she goes on to say ; " and, in the morning particularly, was often very sick, retching so violently that I dreaded to see the dawn of day. "My appetite was poor, and after eating I had pain at my chest and side. Frequently I couldn't bring myself to touch food at all ; my stomach seemed to rebel at the very thought of it." [This was bad, but the stomaoh was right, nevertheless. More food would have made more pain, more indigested matter to ferment and turn sour, more of a load for the sleepy liver, more poison for the nerves, kidneys, and skin. And yet, without the food, how was she to live? It was like being ground between the tipper and the nether millstones.] " After this," runs the letter, " I had great pain and fluttering at the heart. Sometimes I would have fits of dizziness and go off into a faint, which left me quite prostrated. Then my nerves became so upset and excitable that I got no proper sleep at night, and on account of loss of strength I was obliged to lie in bed a'l day for days together. I went to one doctor Biter another, and attended at Bartholomew's and the University Hospitals, but was none the better for it all. "In September, 1883, my husband read in Reynolds' Newspaper about Mother Beigel's Curative Syrup, and got me a bottle of it. After taking it for three days I felt relieved. Encouraged and cheered by this I kept on taking the Syrup, and in a short time all the pain and distress abated, and I was well— better than I had erer been. That is ten years ago, and since then I have never ailed anything. With Bincere thanks, I am, yours truly (Signed) Mrs Sarah Dalby, 93, Tottenham Itood, Eingsland, London, N., January 2nd, 1894." Now run yonr eye back to the first sentence of Mrs Da by's letter, and you will come upon these words, " / got on fairly veil," &o. This is the sad thought. Her life has always been at a discount ; she has always got leas than her due ; she lost part of her health — wages. Do you take my meaning ? Of course. Whatever may be our differences of opinion as to the rights of capital and the value of labour, it is certain that every human being is entitled to perfect health— without reduction, without drawback. All the more, as nobody •lse loses what one person thus gains. No, no. On the contrary, a perfectly healthy person is a benefit and a blessing to all who are brought into relations with him. But do all have such health ? Qod help us, no ; very, very few. Why not ? Ah, the answer is top big ; I can't give it today. To the vast crowd who only get on •• fairly well " I tender my sympathy, and advise a trial o! the remedy mentioned by Mrs Dalby.