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"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

Nob worth a straw, oh? Thod it was worth just nothing— nothing at all. Who has not mod tint) comparison a thousand times to oxpres* absolute worthlossneaa ? A straw? The wind blow<j it away, fira burns its up, cattle tread it in the mud, it rots by the roadside. What of it ? Who oaroa for a straw ? Yet this is exactly what a doctor recently said to ono of his patients, " Your life » not worth a ntraw." How muoh is a dootor woith who will speak bo to ono that trusts him, and has no hopo but in his skill ? For my part, if ho wore up for sale at auction, I would bid one straw for him— no uioro. Evo i if what ho Haul wan true, ho had no riguc to say it. Such a dootor is more likely to kill with his tongue than to oure with hla druga. A woman lolla tho story, and she tf Us it well. If it doesn't sound like tho truth, thon I don't know what oyor doo*. Tuo dates and tho facts arc all thera, pi tin and orderly. "In tho summor of 1878," aho sayi, "I found myeolf foeling tired, buguid, lowspirited, and vroak. 1 felt aa if some ovil were about to happen. My app3tito woa poor, and after eating I had excruciating pain iv my loin and aides. There was a borriblo guawing pain at tho pit of my stomach, and a riling in tho throat a-i if 1 should choko. My hoad iolt as though I had a ton weight on it. Gradually I got worie, jmd for month* could take only liquid food. At mght I lay awake for hours together. 11 Later on I sufferod greatly from nervous prostration. My legs trembled and phook so 1 feared to fall, if a knock camo to tho door I trembled from head to foot. I had frequent attacks which began with palpitation of tho heart and Budden stop' pago of the breath. At thoso times I w<» upeeoh eaa and helpless. They say I looked like a corpse, cold and bloodies*, my finger nails aud lipj having turned black. After a while this would pass off, leaving me weak and prostrate I got so emaolateii and thin that I was only a bag of bone*, and so woak I had to tako hold of tho furniture tv steady myself m I crossed tho room. As time went on the nervousness and foreboding* of evil bo inoraasod that I feared I ihouii go out of my mind, Tho neighbors said it would bo » moroy if tho Lord would release mo from my suffering*, 41 Id this condition I continued for over four year*, during which tima 1 consulted five doctors, but nothing they gave mo did any good. They all said my ailment wm heart disease, and ono s*id, • Your Hfo ie nob worth a straw.' 41 In despair I gavo up taking physio, as I felt that nothing would eavo mo, la May, 1882, ten year* ago, a lady (Mm Richard, son) called at my bouso, told me of Mother Seigel'a Curative and utroagly advised me to try it, I did so, and felt e^mowhat better after tho h'rtt bottle ; and bj tho time I had taken throe bottes was completely cared. From that to this I have had no return of the attack*, and nua so strong i can do any kind ot work. But for Selgtl'a r<yrnp I should have been iv my grave loug Pgo. I rush o herj to know this, aud 1 wiU answer any om who edits or writes," (Sigiu.d) i mma Wickknwkn (wife of William Wickemien, gardener), Pembroke Villas, 123, Moffat Koad, Thornton Heath, March 17th, 1892. So it turned out that ncr life was not only worth a straw, but worth a whole golden harvest of hoalth and better daya. Yet no thanks to tho doctors. Her complicated symptoms puzzUd and alarmed them, to be sure, but why ? la it not tho dootora 1 duty to understand tuch thing*? Mo«i actsurcdly. Ju*t as a lawyer should know the law, or a pilot the rook*, tides, and lights of a coast. Had some of these msdicil men known thai Mra vV ickenden'i mthdy ffaa indigeitiou aud dyspepsia, and not hears disease, taey might postibly have relieved her, But, ojufused by the symptoms, they wore b>ind to the causo. We may well wonder if there are many nach doctors in England. Coses like this show that tho clear aighk bolonged to Mother cieigol ; and to her rtmeay hosts of people iv this country are indebted for physical salvation when, in very tiutb, their live* *comod »s itww», Kcmembor thu was tan yean ago, »n<s tie mal&dy has not returooi, »howiog tlj^|

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North Otago Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8021, 7 July 1894, Page 1

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"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW." North Otago Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8021, 7 July 1894, Page 1

"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW." North Otago Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8021, 7 July 1894, Page 1