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It Was Not His Fault.

The man who aits down to his supper i and refuses to eat it is not likely to rise ; in the esteem of bis wife or his cook. ' Excellent cooks have thrown up their ; i situations and gone oft in a huff simply i because the master of the house has 1 ! remarked that there was a trifle too i much salt in the soup. ; Nevertheless, Mr John Bennett, • according to his own story, failed to get any satisfaction out of his meals for ' several years. Yet nobody complained I of him, because it was not his fault. Ho would not have dreaded the coming of a meal time as he actually did dread it, j had he possessed the power to chose his own feelings. But alas 1 a deaf man may love music or a blind one long vainly for the sight of remembered colours. j " From 1884 to 1889." says Mr Benn nett, " I was a helpless victim of that tormenting and incorrigible complaint — indigestion. How it came on me at the j outset I cannot say. It is like waking up in the night and finding a thief in your house. How he got in you may never exactly discover—not even by the aid of the police. " What I do know is that it annihilated appetite and spoiled my comfort. The little I did worry down often came up again—undigested, and consequently of no advantage to me. " In fact, I dreaded the coming of meal time, and wished it were possible to get along without it. But this is the horror of chronic dyspepsia—that one must eat in order to live, and that existence under such circumstances is scarcely worth having. li During all those years—about fifteen of them—l never know what it was to be well. Of all the niedioines I resorted to, and they comprised almost every- , thingl heard of that had the slightest hope in it, none did me any good; that is, none went to the bottom of my trouble. Any weary and hapless dyspeptic will understand what I mean. " Some time in 1899 (just ten years ago now), I bought a bottle of Mother Seigel's Syrup of Mr Sept Powell, the chemist here in Paddington. He has been long in business in this place, and can be trusted to recommend only what is good in his line. i "I need only add that the result of my using this medicine was far beyond jmy hopes or dreams. Before I had J finished the first bottle I was better, and after taking the Syrup a few weeks longer I uas cured. Yes, and really cured; for never since then has a sign of my old trouble shown itself. j " What 1 think of Mother Seigel's - S.yrup may be inferred."—John Bennett, I 48, Begg street, Paddington, Sydney, j N.S.W., August 80th, 1899.

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Manawatu Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 7158, 8 February 1901, Page 4

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It Was Not His Fault. Manawatu Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 7158, 8 February 1901, Page 4

It Was Not His Fault. Manawatu Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 7158, 8 February 1901, Page 4

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