WORDS AND FACTS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 12663, 17 September 1904, Page 7

WORDS AND FACTS.

The difference between the description of a thing and the thing itself is often very great. When a man says, " I am tired to death," or "I was scared to death," and the like, we know that he doesn't quite mean it. Nor docs Mrs. Champion expect to be taken quite literally when she tells us she could not eat. She merely moans that she had no appetite for food—that the little she ate benefited her less than it used to do. And a. sufficiently bad condition for anyone, too ! For such benefit its she did derive from food was the only thing that. stood between her and a quiet retreat in the churchyard. The less wo are able to eat the nearer are we to where there is neither eating nor drinking. No, it doesn't do to get on what diplomatists call "strained relations" with our bread, meat, and potatoes. We have to find the strength somewhere wherewith to tug and toil and earn our living, whether our work be in mines, on farms, in factories, on railroads, or, like Mrs. Champion's, in the home. Mrs. Champion, who resides at 17, Rose Road, Surry Hills, Sydney, N.S.W., thus described hor case on October 7, 1903: "For three years," she says, " .1 suffered much distress through chronic indigestion. The little food that I forced myself to swallow would lie like a leaden weight in the stomach, causing great pain. It was seldom that I could got any rest at night. Often I was nearly distracted by splitting headaches, pain in the chest, and other distressing symptoms which it would take too long to recount. These ailments would frequently prevent me from attending to even the simplest of my household affairs. "Nothing that I tried during those three years afforded mo any lasting relief, though in that period I was treated by a well-known Sydney doctor and by a herbalist. About two years ago, on my- return from a trip to the Blue Mountains as ill as when I went, my husband brought home a bottle of Mother SeigcTs Syrup, which had been recommended to him. I agreed to try it, though without hope of any good result, and was delighted beyond my power to express by the relief it afforded me. Bight bottles of Mother Swgel's Syrup proved sufficient to effect my complete and permanent cure. I now eat well, enjoy natural rest, and am a totally different woman from what I was." The full name of the medicine that restored Mrs. Champion to health is Mother Seigol's Curative Syrup. In this case there is no difference between words and facts, for it is above all things, and invariably, curative.