SHE WILL NEVER TELL THE SECRET.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1056, 26 May 1892, Page 13

SHE WILL NEVER TELL THE SECRET.

Here is a piece of glass ; it is cut into facets ; it is pure white glass ; it is fit to be one of the I pendants hanging from a chandelier in a millionaire's drawing room ;,it is about as big as a hazelnut. How it sparkles as I hold it up between my thumb and finger. Yet it is merely glass and scarcely worth a shilling. Oh ! (if I only knew-how to turn it into a diamond ! f—a blue or a rose diamond ! Why, there ara thousands who would give all their health, and then mortgage their souls, to buy it of me. Then good-bye to work and care, for I should be rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Who will show me the process ? Alas ! nobody. Who will tell me how to transmute tin or copper into shining gold ? Alas 1 nobody. A bit of coal is carbon. A diamond is also carbon. Where is the link between them ? We yearn to know. Thousands of men have burned out life’s candle in the effort to ascertain. Mow vainly 1 In the bosom "of her hills nature hides that secret, as she hides the secret of man’s destiny under mountains of ashes and crumbling bones. On our bended knees we beg her to break one unbroken seal, to speak one unspoken word. She only regards us with contemptuous pity and remains for ever dumb. Yet, is there no other mystery, just as deep, that comes home to your thoughts in a way to frighten you ? Think a minute, man. What builds and repairs the house you live in, that is, your body ? What charges a loaf of bread into nerves, fLsh, skin and muscle ? What does this mean ? as when a lady says of her daughter, ‘She took food but got no strength from it.’ It means that in her case the base products of tbe ground were not turned into the diamond called the human body. Wh it does that mean in familiar English ? Simply that the process of digestion is intermpted, a process stranger than the transmutation of copper into gold would be. The lady proceeds to say that her daughter was seventeen years of age when she wa3 taken ill. This is the age of hope, brightness, vigour, and enjoyment, and, by rights, illness ought to be unknown to it. Still, she lost her strength, and languished as though stricken by time. She grew tired and weak, and could keep nothing on her stomach. She would, so her mother says, often throw up a quantity of green fluid as bitter as gall, This was bile, the fluid which in health nature takes from the blood and sends to the bowels to aid digestion there. The liver failing to do this work, the bile remains in the blood, and is returned to the stomach, which rejects it as a poison. That is, a part of it. The rest saturates the body, producing headache, nervous depression and debility, bad dreams, cold hands and feet, furred tongue, yellow eyes and Bkin, dizziness, bad taste in the mouth, and the gulping up of a nauseating gas and slime, with loss of appetite and ambition for labour or pleasure. This state of things is often called a bilious attack, and is part of the results and symptoms of indigestion and dyspepsia. This affected life, to young or old, is one constant misery. It is the copper, the glass, not the gold or the diamond.

‘ This was my daughter’s condition, adds her mother, ‘ for nearly two years, She took various medicines, and was treated by a physician, but without benefit. She grew daily weaker, and with her decline our anxiety increared. We knew not what to do, nor where to lo 'k for help. ‘lt was at thi3 worrying time that we first heard of the preparation cal.ed Mother Seigel’s Sj’Tup, and read Ihe statements of different persons who said they had derived great good from it. Thinking, or rather hoping, that it might avail something in my daughter’s case, I procured a bottle from Mr Rogers’ Drug Stores, Mullingar. To our great joy she found relief, after taking the first bottle, and before she had finished the third one she was completely cured and has had no return of the complaint. I have since recommended Seigel’s Syrup to many friends and neighbours. The facts in my daughter’s case are well known to Mr Rogers and to others in the vicinity. I append my initials and address. R.J. M., Slanemore, near Mullingar, Ireland.’ Mr Rogers certifies as follows : ‘ I remember the lady above named informing me of the cure of her daughter by taking Seigel’s Syrup, and can vouch for the accuracy of the statement,

* Richard G. Rogers, ‘ Mullingar, June 4, 1891.’ To recur to our illustration, we may say that the remedy employed assisted nature to resume her work of producing the most precious of all her jewels—health and happii ness.