GREAT EXCITEMENT IN WALES OVER A MARVELLOUS CURE.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 767, 12 November 1886, Page 9

GREAT EXCITEMENT IN WALES OVER A MARVELLOUS CURE.

LIVING SIX YEARS WITHOUT GOING

TO BED.

Mr Editor, —While spending a few days at the pleasant seaside town of Aberystwitb, Cardiganshire, Wales,- I heard related what seemed to me either a fabulons story or a marvellous cure.

The story was that a poor sufferer who had not been able to lie down in bed for six long years, given up to die by all the Doctors, had been speedily cared by some Patent Medicine. It was related with the most implicit confidence from the circumstance, as was said, that the Vicar of Llanrystyd was familiar with the facts, and could vouch for the truth of the report. Having a little curiosity to know how such stories grow in travelling, I took the liberty while at the village of Llanrystyd to the Vicar, the Rev T. Evans, and to inquire about this wonderful cure. Though a total stranger to him, both be and his wife most graciously entertained me in a half hour’s conversation, principally touching the case of Mr Pugh, in which they seemed to take a deep and sympathetic interest, having been familiar with his sufferings, and now rejoiced in what seemed to them a most remarkable cure.

The Vicar remarked that he presumed his name had been connected with the report from his having mentioned the case to Mr John Thomas, a chemist of Llauoh. He said Mr Pugh was formerly a resident of their parish, but was now living in the parish of Llai\ddeinol. He strongly vouched Mr William Pugh’s character as a respectable farmer and worthy of credit. I left the venerable Vicar with a livelier sense of the happy relation of a pastorand people, feeliDg that he was one who truly sympathised with all who were afflicted in mind, body, or estate. On my return to Aberystwitb, I was impressed with a desire to see Mr Pugh, whose reputation stood so high. His farm is called Pancom-Mawr, signifying “ above the dingle,” situated near the summit of a smooth, round hill, overlooking a beautiful valley in which is situated the lovely ivy-mantled Church of Llanadeinol. I found Mr Pugh, apparently about 40 years old, of medium heigbt, rather slight, with a pleasant and intelligent face. I told him I had heard of his great affliction, and of his remarkable and almost miraculous relief, and that I had come to learn from his 'own lips what there was of truth in the reports. Mr Pugh remarked that his neighbours had taken a kindly and sympathetic interest in his case for many years, but of late their interest had been greatly awakened by a happy change in his condition. What you report as having heard abroad, said he, is substantially true, with one exception. I never understood that my case was ever given up a 3 hopeless by any Physician. I have been treated by several Doctors hereabouts, a 3 good as any in. Wales, but unfortunately no prescription of theirs ever brought the desired relief. Fifteen years ago, he Baid, I first became conscious of a sour and deranged stomach and loss of appetite, which the Doctors told me was Dyspepsia, Wbat food I could hold in my stomach seemed to do me no good, and was often thrown up with painful retchings. This was followed after a time with a hoarseness and a raw soreness of the throat which the Doctors called bronchitis, and I was treated for that, but with little success. Then came shortness of breath and a sense of suffocation, especially nights, with clammy sweat, and I would have to get out of bed and sometimes open a door or window .in winter weather to fill my luDgs with the cold air. About six years ago I became so bad that I could not sleep in bed, but bad to take my unquiet rest and dreamy sleep sitting in au armchair. My affliction seemed to be working downward into my bowels as well as upwards into my lungs and throat. In the violent coughing spasms which grew more frequent, my abdomen would expand and collapse, and at times it would seem that I should suffocate. All this time I was reduced in strength, so that I could perform no hard labor, and my spirits were consequently much depressed. Early in the last spring I had a still more severe spasmodic attack, and my family and neighbors became alarmed, believing that certainly I would not survive, when a neighbor who. had some knowledge, or had heard of the medicine, sent to Aberystwith by the driver of the Omnibus Post, some seven miles distant, and fetcUed a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. This medicine they administered to me according to the directions, when to their surprised and delight no less than my own, the spasm ceated, I became at ease, and my stomach was calmed. My bowels were moved as by a gentle cathartic, and I feel a sense of quiet comfort all through such as I had not before realised in many years. I could walk around the house and breath comfortably in a few hours after I had taken the medicine. I have continued to take the medicine daily now for something over two months, and I can lay down and sleep sweetly at nights and have not since had a recurrence of those terrible spasms and sweatings. I have been so long broken down and reduced in my whole system that I have not tried to perform any very hard outdoor labor, deeming it best to be prudent lest by over-exertion I may do myself injury before my strength is fully restored, I feel that my stomach and bowels have been and are being thoroughly renovated and renewed by the medicine. In fact I feel like a new man.

I have been much congratulated by my neighbors, especially by the good Yicar of Llanrystyd, who with his sympathetic wife have come three miles to shed tears of joy on my recovery.

I bade Mr Pugh good-bye, happy that even one at least among thousands had found a remedy for an aggravating disease. Believing this remarkable case of Dyspeptic Asthma should be known to the public, I beg to submit the “above facts as they are related to me. 16 T.F.W.