HARD WORK AND EASY WORK.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXV, Issue 10836, 20 August 1898, Page 3

HARD WORK AND EASY WORK.

Tuere was a time very lately when Mr. Donate. Arnoldi found it hard to keep up with his work. Not that there was more to bo done than usual, but ho didn't feel like working at all. Ho was dull. He had no edge. If lie could have afforded it ho would lliave knocked off altogether. But (hero's where it is. Those of us who must work when wo are sharp must keep on* working when wo are dull. Necessity obliges. Expenses keep en, and so wo must keep on. Dear, dear; what a tiling it would be if wo were always right up to the mark—eating, . sleeping, and working with a relish. , Wo might not have money to burn even then, -i but we should have some to save. "Well, let's hear Mr. Arnoldi. "At Easter, 1893," he says, "I began to feel as if a cloud had come over me. I was weak, low, and tired. My tongue was thickly coated, and my mouth kept filling with a thick, tough phlegm. I could oat fairly well, yet my food seemed to do me no good. After eating I had a feeling of heaviness at the chest and pain at the side. "'I lost a deal of sleep, and night after night I lay broad awake for hours. I kept up with my work, but I was so weak that I , was scarcely fit for it. This state of tilings naturally worried me, and I consulted a doetor. He gave me medicines that relieved mo for a lime, and then 1 went bad as ever. " Seeing this, I saw another doctor, who said my stomach, and perhaps other organs, were in a very bad way. I took his medicines, but they did not help me as I hoped they would. On the contrary, 1 got worse \ and worse. "At this time cold, clammy sweats began to break out over ine, and as I walked my footsteps were uncertain. Sometimes mylegs gave way under me, as if they were too weak to bear the weight of my body. " Not to trouble you with details, it may be enough to say that I was in this miserable condition month after month. In fact, I came to think I never should be any belter. " Then I bethought me of a medicine I had heard highly spoken of—Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I said to myself I will try it. lam thankful I did. After taking only two bottles, all the pain was gone, and shortly I was well and strong as ever. Since then I have had good health, and worked without trouble. When I feel I need it, I take a dose of the Syrup, and it keeps me right. " I am a. surgical instrument maker, and t mile my illness was duo to the quicksilver that I work amongst acting upon me when in a low state of health. At all events, I feel no ill effects now from the mercury I use in my business.-(Signed) Donato Arnoldi, 39, Spencer-street, Clerkenwell, London, May 1,1894." ' No doubt lead, arsenic, mercury, and other poisons do often produce injurious effects on those who habitually handle them; but the '• symptoms in Mr. Arnoldi's case go to show that his ailment was indigestion aW dyspepsia. .Tins abominable disease generates plenty of poisons of its own, and has no need of help from outside death-dealers. He wasnit able to eat much, nor to digest what*, ho did cat, and his nerves got weak and'" ..■ shaken because they were not fed. That accounts for his wakefulness and for his uncertain footsteps. Take the ashes out of your furnace, clear' the draught, and light a fresh fire, and things are buzzing and humming directly. And hats what Mother Seigel's Syrup does for the human body when it sets the digestive , system >n proper operation.