THEN IT WENT ON ALL RIGHT.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVI, Issue 11026, 1 April 1899, Page 3

THEN IT WENT ON ALL RIGHT.

The writer of tho lottor which I am going to copy for you in a moment- has a complaint to make. Rather, perhaps, a complaint to placo 011 record, as tlio reason for it is passed away for the presont, and she hopes—and wo hope for —that it may not return. The complaint does not refer to any relative, friend, or foe, hut to her own heart. It did not work well. It was weak, and for a long time she was unahlo to find moans to make it do bettor. Which was a serious matter, inasmuch as tho vigour of tho circulation of tho blood always deponds upon tho force wherewith the heart drivos it. Still, it seems to me wo ought to bo a bit indulgent towards the heart, in view of tho labour it has to perform. Remember that it never takes a full minute's rest at one time, night or day, from the instant it begins at your birth until, like a muffled drum, it stops for good and ail—life's funeral march to tho grave being over. During all this while, 10 years or 100, the heart has got to keep on pumping blood through your body at tho rate of from 130 strokes a minute in childhood to 50 or 60 in old age. If you happen to have a mechanical turn of mind, it may interest you to figure out how ' much this stands for in units of horse-power for a given case and time. If not, you can take my word for it that, merely as a machine, the heart deserves your respeot. So long as it goes ahead steadily, tip hill and down dale, hammering away softly but strongly, you haven't a word to say for or against it; but when it begins to got weak, maybo skipping a stitch now and then, you call in tho doctor, who puts tho tip of his finger just below the base of your loft thumb, looks wiso and solemn (as befits the occasion), and says, "Ah, yes, yes; I see, I see." But what docs he see? He doesn't toll you that; lie leaves medicine, and mentions when ho will look in again. But 08 to the letter I spoke of. "For many years," the lady says, "I suffered from indigestion and weak heart. Very little oxertion made mo feel weary and tired. Cold, clammy sweats broke over me. I had a poor appetite, and after meals an aching pain at the chest and a misorablo sinking feeling at tho stomach. I had also much pain at the loft side, and my heart would flutter bo as to frighten me. At length I became so weak I was barely able to get about, being no longer able to do my housework. " Owing to tho trouble at my heart I obtained no proper rest at night, and ofton walked about my bedroom at night. Many times these attacks were so bad I thought I was dying. During the day a sense < suffocation sometimes came upon me, and I was obliged to go to the door for fresh air. "Year after year I suffered like this; now a little better, now as bad as I oould be. In November, 1887, while on visit to Croydon, my son-in-law persuaded mo to try Mother Seigel's Syrup. Ho got me a bottle, and after taking it I experienced great relief. The pain at my heart was easier, and I felt better as a whole. I could eat well, and the food agreed with me. " I now felt encouraged to continue using this remedy. Soon I was in better health than for years, the heart trouble haying disappeared altogether. Since that time, when I feel anything ailing me, a few doses of Mother Seigel's Syrup liover fails to give the desired relief. I have told many persons of the benefit I have derived from it, and hereby consent to your publishing this statement should you wish to do so."— (Signed) <Mrs.) William Harrington, near Wiekford Hill, Clare, Suffolk, November 12, 1897.

Now what ailed Mrs. Harrington's heart? Why, precisely the same things that ailed her lungs, her nerves, and her musclesweakness. Therein she is right, It was a weak heart, but not a diseased heart. The heart is a muscle, and (seeing the prodigious lot of work it has to do) necessarily a strong, active muscle. But it will not work without pay any more than you or I will. With all the rest of the body it has got to bo sustained and strengthened by food. Here we have the point, then. The lady was afflicted with chronio indigestion. For this reason her whole body grew weak—the heart, of course, with other parts of the engine. Henco all the symptoms she names. Her immense all-round weakness and puller-down is that same old dyspepsia. When Mother Seigel's Syrup made the digestion of plenty of food possible, the heart went on all right, like a newly-wound clock.