LETTING THE SON SOAK IN.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9229, 17 June 1893, Page 3

LETTING THE SON SOAK IN.

"I am just standing here to let the sun soak in to me a bit." It was about two o'clock in the afternoon in London. Fo; two week* or more the weather had been rainy and cold. Not a glimpse of the sun by day or of a fctur by night. Just dulness, dampness, and chilliness everywhere. People were feeling cross as hungry dogs. It was a time for suicide and rheumatism, and there was plenty of both. Yet Heaven pitied us at length, and at noon of the fifteenth day the clouds were swept away like dust by a Dew broom, and the sun came out warm and bright. How we all blessed him, and tried to lift our selves up to meet him half-way. You can fancy it. Then it was that I asked the young clerk what he was doinc out on the pavement in business hours, and he answered in the words which begin this article; Small blame to him, for what is business to a baptism of sunshine ? Why, nothing to be sure. Now, if you will be good enough to read what Mr. Hodgson says, I'll tell yon what he ; and the clerk were alike iu. First, though, we will let our friend from Leeds have the floor for three minutes. He says :— [Copy. ) " I, George Hodgson, of 17, Frascr-street,, Stoney Rock Lane, Leeds, do solemnly and sincerely declare as follows ; — " For over twenty years I suffered from a bad stomach and indigestion. I always felt tired and languid, and had a strange uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. £ had a foul taste in the mouth, particularly iu the morning. My appetite was poor, and after every meal I had great pain at the chest and sides. I was much troubled with sick headache, and I had often pain and weight at my forehead. A hacking cough troubled me during the night and on rising in the morning, and I spat up a deal of thick phlegm. As time went on 1 became pale and emaciated, and got weak and nervous, and for twenty years I never felt well. I struggled on with my work as best I could, but felt so exhausted that I had to lie down during my dinner hour, and also when I reached home at night. lwas always in pain, and what my sufferings were during those long years no words can express. I took all kinds of medicines I could hear tell of, and was under three doctors, but no medicine that I took „_ gave me more than temporary relief. At last I became weary of taking physic, and quite thought my ailment was incurable. In February of 1888 I cot very low and weak, for, added to my old standing complaint, I was in such a state with piles that I could neither sit nor lie down, The pain wa,s almost more than I could bear. It was like a knife cutting me open, and perspiration would fairly run off sue, so severe were my sufferings. For six months I went on in this way, getting weaker and weaker, and I. thought I was going to die. Just at this time I took up a book that was left at my house, and I read of a case like mine having beeu cured by a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I got a bottle from tin* cooperative stores, Burmantofts, and commenced taking it. After three or four doses of the syrup. I found my food digested better and I had less pain, and by continuing with the medicine I gradually gained strength. By-any-by, as if by magic, all the pain from the piles left me, and indigestion troubled me no more. I have never ailed anything since, although three years have -elapsed, and I never felt so well in all my life as Ido now. Seigel s Syrup has made a new man of me. I wish others to know what the* medicine has done for me, and I give full permission to the proprietors of it to make what use they like of this statement, in the hope that other sufferers may be benefited. lam a tailor's presser, and have been in the employ of a wholesale clothier in Quebec • street, Leeds, for over eight years. I will gladly answer any inquiries. "And I make this solemn declaration, conscientiously believing the same to be true, by virtue of the provisions of the Statutory Declaration Act, 1835 (Will. IV., c. 62). " (Signed) George Hodgson. " Declared before me at"| • Leeds, in the County' of York, by the said George Hodgson, this | Gth day of October, j--1891. I "(Signed) " Alf. Cooke, * 1 " Mayor of Leeds." . Turn back, and read once more the seventh sentence in the statement. The last seven words are these, " For twenty years I never felt well." A dull sky and bad weather in this man's life for twenty years ! Think of that. Then follow along to where he says, " / never felt so well in ail my life as I do now." No wonder he wants others to know about it. That shows him to be, what he is, a right-thinking and a right-feelinir man. His announcement will do good—lots of Rood —as there is a multitude of men and women tormented in the same way Mr. Hodgson was. Some have symptoms like his, and others have different ones, but they all signify the presence and power of the same old nuisance and scourge—indigestion and dyspepsia. The reader takes notice, of course, of the* form in which the foregoing statement is made— form of a simple and solemn: declaration, according to law, before a magistrate, the Mayor of Leeds. The only pur« pose of this on the part of Mr. Hodgson is to impart all the dignity and weight to his words that is possible. He desires that what he says may be understood to be the truth and nothing but the truth. Anybody who disputes it would dispute the uncontradicted i testimony of a witness in a court of justices. But no fear. The case is too plain for question, and we rejoice with our friend that a.;cer so lone a period of dismal weather in his life, a medicine was found that now enables him to stand, like the London clerk, and "let the sun soak in a lit."