THE POWER THAT PULLS DOWN.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1290, 19 November 1896, Page 19

THE POWER THAT PULLS DOWN.

I want to present a single idea in the fewest and clearest words at my command. Here goes for a try at it. From the time you are first able to stand on your feet, up to the time you can stand no longer, there is always a power pulling you backward and downward. You resist, and it persists. It wins partial victories over you every day, and finally it lays you by the heels. Now, what is the name of that power ? Don’t be too quick with your answer. It is the over-confident cricketer who gets bowled out. Perhaps the reading of these letters may help you. “ In the spring of 1591,” says a woman, “my health, previously good, began to fail. I am naturally as energetic as most persons, and enjoy being up and doing, but now for some reason I felt low, weak and tired. I had no relish for food of any kind, and what I ato gave me pain at the chest, and a feeling of tightness and oppression around the waist, with shortness of breath.

“ After a time the pains went to my shoulders and all over me. The distress after eating was so great that I hesitated before swallowing a mouthful, well knowing what the result would be. I took many medicines, but none of them gave mo any ease. As time went on I became weaker and weaker, often leaving my household work for a bit so as to lie down on the couch and rost. And as this debility increased upon me, my spells of work got shorter and my spells of rest

longer. “ Sometimes feeling a trifle better and then again worse, this was practically my condition month after month. I saw a doctor, but his medioines did me little or no good. He said I was suffering from weakness, and would have to get my strength back gradually. The autumn and winter of IS9I-2 slowly passed, and I was about the same, only more thin and feeble. I had almost given up hope of getting really well again. “ In April (1592) I was in our shop one day and heard a customer speak about Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, and what remarkable cures of different ailments it had done in the district. ‘lt may be the right thing for me/ I said, and sent for it that very day. After taking one bottle I could eat bettor, without any distress or pain to come after it. With the additional food I gained strength, and one week after another, while keeping on with Mother Soigel’s Syrup, I found myself able to do more work and needing less rest between times. I took only the * Seigel’s ’; no other medicine. I could stand and walk once more without thinking about it, and was soon in as good health and spirits as ever. You are free to print my letter if you desire. (Signed) Mrs Emma Cottingham, wife of G. W. Cottingliam, Grocer and Ironmonger,, Scotter, Lincoln, April 29th, 1895.” “For over four years,” 1 says another, “ I sufferod from constant weakness. My natural strength was gone, and nothing I hid or took seemed to bring it back. My food —and I ate but little, having no appetite —did not go to the spot, as we say. I was none the better or stronger for eating it. Indeed I was the worse; for it caused me great pain and distress in the stomach, chest, sides and back. I was working in the mill and never quite gave up my employment; but I did my work in the face of pain and weakness. Finally, I w r as cured by Mother Seigel's Syrup. I heard of it by means of a little book. The Syrup stopped the pain after eating, and soon I was another and a brighter woman. My strength came back, and I can walk, stand and work with ease. (Signed) Mrs Elizabeth Jackson, Silk street, Glossop, October 10th, 1895.”

Now, what was the power that pulled these women down ? Weakness,” you say, and they say '‘ weakness.” But what is weakness £ Is it a disease ? No, old ago always brings it, and it is always one of the results of disease. Sti'ength, the opposite of weakness, is created only by digested food. Nothing else under the sun will produce it. Lose the ability to digest your food and soon your legs tremble beneath you, your lingers lose their grip, your head its steadiness and your mind its clearness and courage. The word “ weakness’' oomes from a Saxon word meaning to yield, to fail, to give way. By its wondrous virtue in correcting [the machinery of digestion and enabling the system to get “ the good ” of its daily food —by this, I say, Mother Seigel’s Syrup, used in time, overcomes weakness and. restores strength. But, mark you ! there is a mystery in this simple explanation, so deep we must reserve the discussion of it for another occasion.