THE POWER TEAT PULLS DOWN.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10419, 17 April 1897, Page 3

THE POWER TEAT PULLS DOWN.

I want to present a single idea in the fewest and clearest words at my command. Here goes for a try at it. From the time you arc first able to etand on your feet, up to the time yon can stand no longer, there is always a power pulling you backward and downward. You resist, and it persists. It wins partial victories over you every day, and finally it lays you by the heels. Now, what is the name of that power? Don't be too quick with your answer. It is the over-contident cricketer who gets bowled out. Perhaps the reading of these letters may help you.

"In the spring of 1891," says a woman, "my health, previously good, began to fail. I am naturally as energetic as most persons and eDJoy being up aud doiug, but now for some reason I felt low, weak, and tired. J had no relish for food of any kind, aud whal I ate gave me pain at the chest and a feeling of tightness and oppression around the waist, with shortness of breath.

"After a time the pains wept to my shoulders and all over me. The distress af tec eating was so great that I hesitated befort swallowing a mouthful, well knowing whai the result would be. I took many but cone of them gave me any case. At time went on I became weaker aud weaker, often leaving my household work for a bit so as to lie down on the couch and rest. And as this debility increased upon me my spelts of work got shorter and my spells of rest longer. " Sometimes feeling a trifle better and then again worse, this was practically my condidition month after month. I saw a doctor, but bis medicines did me little or no good. He said I was suffering from weakness, and wouldhave to getiny strength back gradually. The autumn and winter of 1891-2 slowly passed, and I was about the same, only more thin and feeble. I had almost given up hope of getting really well again.

" In April (1892) I was in our shop one day and heard a customer speak about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and what remarkable cures of different ailments it had done in the district. 'It may be the right thiug for me,' I said, and sent for it that very day. After taking one bottle I could eat better, without any distress or pain to come after it. With the additional food I gaiued strength, and one week after another, while keeping on with Mother Seigel's Syrup, 1 found myself able to do more work and needing less rest between times. I took only the 'Seigel's; , no other medicine. I could stand and walk once more without thinking about U, and was soon in as good health and spirits as ever. You we free to print my letter if you desire. —(Signed) Mrs. Emma Cottiugham, wife of G. W. Cottingham, grocer and ironmonger, Scotter, Lincoln, April 29,1895." " For over four years," says another, " I suffered from constant weakness. My natural strength was gone, aud nothing I did or took seemed to bring it back. My food— and I ate but little, having no appetite—did not go to the spot, as we say. I was none the better or stronger for eating it. Indeed I was the worse; for it caused me great pain and distress in the stomach, chest, aides, and back. I was working in the mill and never quite gave up my employment; buc I did my work in the face of pain and weakness. Finally, I was cured by Mother Seigel's Syrup. I heard of it by means of a little book. The Syrup stopped the pain after eating, and soon I was auother and a brighter woman. My strength came back, and I can walk, stand, and work with case. —(Signed) Mrs. Elizabeth Jackson, .Silkstreet, Gloesop, October 10,1895." Now what was the power that pulled these women down ? " Weakness," you say, and thy say "weakness." But what is weakness? Is it a disease? No, old ago always brings it, and it is always one of the results of disease. Strength, the opposite of weakness, is created only by digested food. Nothing else under the sun will produce it. Lose the ability to digest your food and soon your legs tremble beneath you, your fingers lose their grip, your head its steadiness, and your mind its clearness and conrage. The word " weakness" comes from a Saxon word meaning to yield, to fail, to give way. By its wondrous virtue in correcting the machinery of digestion and enabling the system to get " the good" of its daily food —by this, I say, Mother Seigel's S'yrup, used in time, overcomes weakness and reStores Strength. But, mark you! there is a mystery in this simple explanation, so deep we must reservf the discussion of it for another occasion.