A REMARKABLE CASE.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 826, 30 December 1887, Page 20

A REMARKABLE CASE.

Under the above heading the Doncaster Reporter of July 6th,.. ISS7, publishes the foliowing-in its editorial columns Our readers may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Richold, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane in this town some time ago, and being picked up, as he continued perfectly helpless, and taken in a cab by two gentlemen to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq., the solicitor who employed him. On restoring him to consciousness it was ascertained that he was affheted with what seemed to be an incurable disease. When he was able to speak he said he had been to his dinner and was on his way back to his work, when suddenly his head was in a whirl and he fell -in the street like a man who is knocked down. On coming to his senses in the solicitor’s office he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a very dreadful thing for a poor man with a family to care for. . With this ra his mind he at once sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how he had been attacked. They questioned him, and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system resulting from general-debility, indigestion, and dyspepsin of a chronic nature. This in turn had been caused by confinement to his desk and grief at the loss of dear triends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, as described by Mr Richold; must be of interest both to sick-and well.. He had noticed for several years previously, in fact, that his eyes and face began to have a yellow look ; there was a sticky and unpleasant slime on the gums and teeth- in the morning ; the tongue coated ; and the bowels so bound and costive that, it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment—the piles. He says there was some pain in the sides and back and a sense of fulness on the right side, as though the liver were enlarging, which proved to-be the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-colored, with s kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing. These- things had troubled Mr Richold a long time, and after, his fall in the street he clearly perceived that the fit of giddiness was nothing more than a sign of the steady and deadly, advance of the complaint, which began in indigestion and dyspepsia. His story of how he went from one physician to another in search of a cure that his wife and little ones might not come to Want is very pathetic and touching. Finally he became too ill to keep his situation and had to give it up. This was a sad calamity. He was appalled to--think how he should be affle to live. But God raised up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-on-the-Naze. hut neither the change, nor the physicians who treated him there, did any good. All being without avail he visited London, with a sort of vague hope that some advantage might happen to him in the metropolis. This was in October, ISSS. How-wonderful, indeed, are the ways of Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes and then helps us when we least expect it.

While in London he stated his condition ■to.a friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine which lie called Mother Seigel’s Curative saying it was genuine and- honest and often cured when everything else had failed. He bought a-, bottle of a chemist in Pimlico, and began using it according to the direc tions. He did this without faith or hope, and the public-may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when after taking a few doses he- felt great relief. He could eat better ; his food distressed him less ; the symptoms w® have named abated ; the dark spots which had floated before his eyes like smuts of-soot, gradually disappeared, and his strength increased. Before this time his knees would knock together whenever be tried to walk. So encouraged was he now that he kept onusjng Mother Seiyel’s Curative Syrup until it ended in completely curing him.

In speaking of his wonderful recovery Mr Richold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his de iverance from captivity on his island in the sea; and added, ‘ But for Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup the grass would now be growing over my grave.’

Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth of all the statements in this most re. markable case, as Mr Richold (now residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton on-tbe-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful village of Long Mel* ford, Suffolk, and his personal character ia attested by so high an authority as the Rev. 0. J. Martyn, rector of that parish, besides pther excellent names. We have' deemedthe case of such importance to the public as to justify us in giving this short account of it in our columns.