SHE PUT IT IN THE CUPBOARD.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1024, 16 October 1891, Page 30

SHE PUT IT IN THE CUPBOARD.

What a weary thing it is to be ill, especially for a long time. You are tired of advice, tired of trying this, that, and the other, tired of fancying you are a trifle better, tired of taking precautions against getting worse. You are tired of pain, and half believe the sooner you are under the ground the better for you, and the more agreeable to your friends. Here’s a little story. A woman told it lately. She says: [Copt.] ‘I, Mary Jones, of 3, Galton Street, Great Howard Street, Liverpool, declare as follows : •I have suffered all my life from weakness of the stomach and sluggish liver. I was always tired and languid, aud often troubled with bilious headache. My appetite was poor. I never had desire for food, and what I did eat did not digest properly. I had always a bad taste in my mouth, and a slimy scum would cover my mouth and teeth, and so bad was this that I was obliged to rinse it away before eating. When I was in my teens I was very weakly and would faint after sitting down to my meals. I had trembling at the heart, with a heavy weight at the chest, pain at my side, and a strange giddy feeling would come over me. When out walking in the street I used to have to stand and rest for fear of falling. I was also so weak that when going about my work I often had to sit down and rest. At times I had a bad cough and pain in my lungs. I Baw doctor after doctor, and was under medical treatment for more than twelve years. One doctor said I was suffering from an enlargement of the liver, another said I had heart disease, a third said my lungs were congested and that I could not recover. Thinking I was now in a consumption, I went to a consumptive hospital and was under treatment there for some time. The doctors, after sounding my chest, told me I was in a decline, and that my kft lung was congested. They gave me cod-liver oil and other medicines, but I got no better. 1 In Jnly, 1890, after a bad fainting I became so bad I had to take to my bed, and was attended by three doctors for a month. The first doctor who saw me said I could not recover. I had intense pains in my stomach, and could get nothing to pass my bowels. Various means were tried and found useless, I could lake liquid food only, and was fast sinking, my case being considered hopeless by both the physician and nurse. At this time it was that my husband heard through Mr Pany, the chemist in Great Howard Street, of a medicine called Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, and we were presented with a book which described a case just like mine havirg been cured by it. My husband procured a bottle of this medicine, and I began taking it. After a few doses I passed a motion as black a 3 coal and experienced great relief, and shortly after felt as I wanted something to eat. When the doctor called the next day he could see a marked change in me and said, ‘ Mrs Jones, we have given you the right medicine at last.’ He thought it was his last bottle that had worked the change, whereas the nurse had put the medicir-e in the cupboard untouched. I went on with Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and to the delight of my husband, father and nurse I never looked behind me. Ail the pain at the heart and chest gradually left me, and in a fortnight I was strong enough to be removed to the seaside, and have ever since been in good health. * I never felt so well in all my life as I do now. All my friends consider the cure as. a miraculous one, and I wish others to know by what means my life was saved. I am willing that Messrs A. J. White, Limited, shall make whatever use they may think fit of this statement, and I hereby authorise them to do so. * Dated this 3rd April, 1391. ‘ (Signed) Mrs Mary Jones.’ There was nothing ‘miraculous’ about this lady’s recovery, although it may have been, and indeed it was remarkable. But It was all along the straight lines of nature. She had suffered all her life from indigestion and dyspepsia, and her other ailments rose from that, and that alone. She could not digest her food, and the whole system was perishing from the poison in the stomach and from lack of nutrition. Mother Seigel’s Syrnp did its one work it cleansed away the corrupted matter and set the digestive organs (the liver, stomach and bowels) in natural operation, and immediate improvement and final recovery followed as necessary consequences. Especially should the reader notice the close resemblance between the symptoms of dyspepsia and those of consumption, through which most unhappy mistakes are constantly made. Never conclude you have consumption until you ar sure it isn’t dyspepsia. The chances are that the result will he the same as in Mrs Jones’ case.