DO THOU LIKEWISE.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XXVIII, Issue 263, 14 December 1894, Page 4

DO THOU LIKEWISE.

When one Bets a candle in a wit dow on a dark night he never can tell bow many lost and bewildered travellers it . may guide on their way. I onoe knew a dear old lady who habitually did it on every dark night. The road that passed her house waß always forsaken atd lonesome enough, acd hous.s were far apart. 80, on the general prinoiple of-goodwill to men, she plaoed her candle iv a sort of projecting window, where it would shine both ways and do tbe most good. She is dead and {gone now, but let us hope thst her family keeps up the custom. To be sure it brought her many a Btrange guest, yet sho did what she oould for them, and never grumbled— pay or no pay.

A year or two ago a little took was printed, coataining an account hy Mr Johu Hodsoo, of Warboys, Hunt?, of tke way he was oured of a wasting disease by Mother Seigel'B Curative Syrup— a complaint contracted in India, where Mr Hodson wsb once a soldier in tbe British Army.

Thiß candle of Hodsou's beamed hopefully in all directioi.s, and among othere, its rays fell upon the eyes of a woman wbo ceedtd light at that particular time. How it came to pass Bhe tells in a letter, from which we quote the following : — " I was," Bhe Fayp, " always h. aHhy np to May, 1881, when I had an attack of gastric fever, which left me low and feeble. I had a bad taste in tbe mouth, and after everything I ate I bad great pain in the ohest and sides, and also dreadful pain at the back and between the shoulder- blades, and a sinking feeling at the pit of the stomaoh. My hgz trembkd and ..book under me, ao I couid oot walk out. Indeed, it was as muoh as I could do to get across the floor. A dry, hacking oough Btt in a.d shook me very much, and 1 1 st a deal i f sleep. •*-

"As I grew weaker I whs confined to my bed more anl more, and my daughter waß obligtd to take my place ia doing the housework. A dootor atteudtd me for over a year. He tried first one kind of mcd cine then another, but none of them helped me. At the end of the year the doctor Baid le could not do more for me, and recommended me as a last resort to try a change of air. "I had got to dtepair of tver getting better when a book was Eent to me fall of .statement*) from differ ett people, telling how they had been made well of varioua complaints by using Mother Seigel's Curative byrup aad I read of a young man living at Warboys, near me, having been oured iv a marvellous manner by this medioine. I got a bottle from Messrs Palmer and Sonß, Chemistß, Ramsey, und after I had taken it a wetk I I'dt relief and gained strength. All my pain left me, and I Lave never looked behind me Bince. I take an occasional dose of the Syrup and keep in excellent health. I give you full permission to nse thia letter ts you think fit. Yours truly, (signed) Sarah Mbbod, Ramsey Heights, Ramsey, Hunts, January 27 tb, 18927'

What better me oould we possibly put this lady 'b letter to than to publish it 1 Iv (bis way it bas fallen into tbe present reader's^ hands, aad may turn out to be a oandle ia the window to 'show him refuge and shelter beside some long and gloomy path. A word more on this very poi: t. lt is not a matter of ohoice whether we are to help one another. We are obliged and bound to do so by every consideration of morality and utility. Humanity is like tbe body of one man : if a single patt is neglected the rest must pay the penalty. Therefore set caodl.s in windows. If, for instance, Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup has done you good, cay so, publish it, make it known. Others near you may be gropiag ia darkness. / -

And it is all the more a subject bf rejoic*. ing that tbis remedy, as in tbe above oase, conquers indigestion and djepepsia, because that complaint it is which clouds the BUn for millions oh Life's hard road.