"HE WANTED TO SEE THE WHEELS GO ROUND."

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXIX, Issue 9010, 15 October 1892, Page 3

"HE WANTED TO SEE THE WHEELS GO ROUND."

There was once a bright baby boy who loved to examine the internal structure of his uncle's watch in order, as- he remarked, that he might "see the wheels go round." Smart and inquiring fellow ! Some day he may make a watch that will keep better time than those which are made to sell and can with difficulty keep up with the days, of the week, to say nothing of hours and minutes. But for a hundred persons who know how a watch is constructed how many know what kind of " works" are inside their own bodies ? Wot one. Now, the heart is the human pendulum. Sometimes it beats too fast and sometimes too slow. What makes it act in wu W - ay? - Can you tell? Probably not. When its irregularity frightens you, you see a doctor." Why don't you study up the subject yourself; and learn as much about it as any locomotive driver is bound to know about his engine? Can't? Yes, you can. Look here, for instance. A man writes F]"* 3 :— . My hear would throb and beat as .. »£ might jump out of its place." The wheels were going much too rapidly within his body. He was " gaining time" at a fearful rate, and when that happens a man nears his death faster than it is pleasant to think of. What was wrong with the machinery f Suppose we look into it and try to find out. He says that up to April, 1890, he had always enjoyed good health. At that date he had an attack of influenza, or the "grip." This left him in a weak condition, as it commonly does, One morning, in the following July," he found a great patch of eruption, resembling ringworm, covering his thighs, which gradually spread until it coveted the abdomen and all the lower part of his body. After this his appetite failed, and the natural and necessary act of eating caused him great pain in the chest. He adds : "The wind rolled round my chest and drove all the blood into my head." No doubt he describes the sensation correctly, but the fact probably was that there was too little blood in his head rather than too much, and the wind had nothing to do with it. His system was underfed through the disease, and his bodily machine was runuing too fast from very weakness, not from surplus power; just as a ship rolls and tumbles about on the sea from lack of ballast. " I would go into a great heat," he says, " and the pain and dizziness were so bad that I feared I should fall down in a fit. At one time my hands and feet were cold and clammy, and at other times they would bura as if stung with nettles. For over three mouths I continued like this, getting weaker and weaker every day." Certainly, what else could be expected? " Feeling now very anxious," he proceeds to say, " I saw a doctor, who gave me medicines and embrocations, but they were of no use, and I got worse. In August, 1890, it was I read in the Freeman's Journal about Mother Seigel's Syrup, and thought it might possibly help me. I procured a bottle from the Medical Hail, Ballinamore, and to my surprise after taking it I was much better. Further use of the Syrup caused the eruption, or rash, to disappear, and my food began to relish. I could soon eat anything I was completely cured and was able to work again. I thank God that Seigel's Syrup was made known to me, and I am wishful to inform the public of its excellence so other poor sufferers may try it." (Signed) William O'Hara, Lannanr.rieugh, Bawnboy, Curlough, County Cavan. Ireland. June sth, 1891. Air. O'Hara is a farmer, and is well known and respected in his district. The ailment he describes was indigestion and dyspepsia, which produced the palpitation of the heart by the pressure against it of the stomach; the latter being inflated with gas generated by the fermented food. The poison from the same source also entered the blood and threw the brain and nervous system into disorder, thus assisting the general collapse. When Seigel's Syrup had expelled the poison, and set the digestive machinery once more in motion, strength returned as a matter of course, and the heart did its duty regularly and with its natural power. Had Mr. O'Hara understood that all his various aches and Earn had one and the same origin he would ave been less disconcerted. The inference seems to be that there is nothing like Mother Seigel's Syrup to make the human clock keep time and to repair it when out of order.