THE WORLD RUNS AWAY FROM US.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XXX, Issue 138, 12 June 1896, Page 4

THE WORLD RUNS AWAY FROM US.

The other day we had a talk with a man who knew as little of the world around him as a baby, Yet he wus a man of naturally flue intelligence. He had just been relieved from prison, Ten years.ago he waß incarcerated under n life sentence. Recently, however, oir. cumsiancea had arisen which proved his innooenoe, and he obtained his freedom. Bat nothing seemed as before. He had been stationary while the world moved on. Many of his friends were dead; and all were charged. A big; slice of his career was lost, and worse than lost. Could he ever make ifcnp^P No, never, besides, although he, had! Committed no offence, the meie fact th^t .he bad been canviofed of one, wbttld, always plaoe Mm at a disadvantage., ; "' „ Different as it isVin a)l outward conditions, long illness jj&Sitioes results which resembles those! of.;.' enforced solitude. When confined to our homes by disease we are virtually, out, of: the world. Friends may, ancf jjp/, pity/us j Ah 1 no} they go tiitir 6jjm';i T?Ay m auu leave ns alone. In chu iniuet'. Of. coinpauy .we are still alone. J&joym'enlv food, sleep, fresh air, movement,' 'work, otc.—thoßo are for then, uotfor.i us. 'Aids 1 for the poor prieoner whosi' jailor is some relentless diecusel ; >yhq' Bbfll open tho iron d' ors and B&tffiih iteo P "iiiever ha^.^ißy/rest, or pleasure. So writes a iuttn ; ;wh;oßo letter we have just finished retkidi^ "in the early part ol 1888," heißy^VA Btrangeteehn^ came over m'&V.^&fglt^ drowsy,laugnid, and tired 1 .; 1 , Somethiug appeared to be wrong vvitli'me, and .1 couldn't account for it. 1 1'ifaBvi > ifo'al' taste iu. my mouLh, my appetit^ failed, and what 1 did eat lay on me like a stone. Soon 1 tjpcamo atraid to eat, as the nci- was always followed by pain aud distress. , Sometimes 1 had a suueation of choki'jg | iu the throat as if 1 could hot swallow. I was swollud, too, around the body, aud not about with diili.uUy owing to iucrea&ing weukuebs,

•' At tho pic of my stomach was a hungry, or uviug sensation, as though 1 needeu support from loud ; yet the liitlu 1 took did not abate this ibeliug. My sleep Was broken, aud 1 awoke iu the morning nnretreshed. For four years \ continued in this wretched scute bet'uro 1 fouud relief."

Ibis loiter ib signed by Mr Churlcß b. Smith, of 19, Hew City itoad, Glasgow, aud dated JFe'jrnary 15th, 1893. Belore wo hear Juow he was at last delivered Irom the Blivery of illness, Let qb listen to the words of a lady ou the same theme : Mrs Mary Ann JKusliug, oi Station Hoad, Mistortou, near Gaiußborough. In a brief notb dated January 3rd, 1893, Mrs Rusting says Blie'Biiffereti in usiinihr.Wfty for over fifteen years . Her bunds' and feet were cold nud clammy, and Bhe wus pale aud bloodless. Uhe had psiu ia the left side and palpitation, and her breathing was short and hurried. No medicines availed to help her until two yea"a ago. "At that time," she Bays, "our minister, the late .Rev Mr Watson, told me of Mother Keigol's Curative Byrup, and urged me to make a trial of it. 1 did so, and presently felt great relief. It whs cot long before the bad symptoms all left me, and 1 gradually got strong. I* keep in good health, aud have pleasure in making' known to others the remedy which did so much for me."

Mr. Smith was completely cured by the aamo remedy, and Bays bad he k nowrj of it sooner he would have been saved years of misery. I'b.e real ailment in both these oases was indigestion and dyspepsia, with, it's natural conßequenoeß. Throughout the oivilized world jts course is marked by u hundred'forms' of pain and Buffering. Men and women are torn to pieces by t' as vessels are by the rooks on which they aie driven by tempests. Bo comprehensive and alUembraoing is it that wo may

fllmnpt pny tMt, thorois no other disease. It signifies lifo transformed into doatb, bread turned into poison, Watoh for its earliest sigus — especially the feeling of weariness, languor, and fatigue, which announces its approach. Prevention is better than cure. But, by the use of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, cure'is alivnys possible; at.d poor captives in the loathsome dungeons of illuesa are doily delivered us the hand of the good German nurse swings open the door.