GOLD AND BLOOD.

New Zealand Times, Volume LXVI, Issue 3259, 16 October 1897, Page 4

GOLD AND BLOOD.

Many years ago I knew a man who expended a great part of a large fortune in buying gold, in ooin and in bars. This he melted, and with human blood and other unique ingredients, laboured sojretly to prepare a mixture that should arrest all disease, renew vitality, and prolong life indefinitely. I need hardly say that he, failed. Not ouly did he fail, but one day an explosion took place in bis laboratory which destroyed the fruits of his toil, and left him senseless and badly wounded amid the wreck. The rest of his days were passed in an asylum. Yet ho was not the first man who tried that same experiment, not by thousands. To find the elixir of life was one of the main purposes of the science of alchemy, the barbaric ancestor of the modern science of chemistry. But all that is now discredited. No doctor or student of healing even pretends to possess or to seek an essence of life. W hat is undertaken, however, and successfully, is to ascertain the truth about nature’s functions, and to help her perform them when they are impeded by disease. Illustrations of what can be done on this line are plentiful. Here Is one I " Twelve years ago,” says Mrs Eliza Matoham, of Armitage House, Sutton-on-Hull, “ I had an attack of rheumatic fever. At the same time I had a bad taste in tbe moutb, poor appetite, and pain and weight at the chest after eating. I frequently spat up a quantity of greasy, fatty matter. Later I was afflicted with rheumatism in my hands and feet. Then I fell into a state of debility which continued year after year. I spent a great deal of money in doctoring, all to no purpose. Finally I was induced to try your medicine. In a short time my food agreed with me, the sickness ceased, I grew stronger, and the rheumatism by degrees abated. Now, by taking your remedy occasionally 1 keep in good health. (Signed) Mrs Eliza Matoham, June 2nd, 1893.” “ For some time previous to 1887,” writes another, “ I was troubled with a digestive disorder. In the autumn of that year (1887) I got a severe cold, which brought on rheumatism and lumbago. I bad great pain in the back and also in the joints! I consulted a doctor, who gave me medicines, and advised me to go to Buxton. I did so, but I am bound to say obtained little benefit from it.

“In January, 1888,1 had another attack of rheumatic fever, which brought me down into a very low and feeble condition. For days and days together I was unable to eat or sleep. It was only by hardship and pain that I got about at all. Whilst on a visit to Little Downham, Cambridgeshire, some friends told me of the medicine furnished by you. I used it, and soon found relief, and gained strength. Cheered up and encouraged by this, I continued taking it, and now, by an occasional dose, I keep wholly free from rheumatism and other troubles. (Signed) Philip Hopkin, 20, Maude street, Grimsby, November 14th 1893." The eccentric man alluded to in the first part of this article failed to cure any disease with his odd brew. It was costly, too as I said. Blood is cheap enough, hut bars of gold come high. He. was a fanatic and a fool. ■ But here wo have two instances in which rheumatism, a common and dangerous ailment, was cured by Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, a remedy made not from blood imd gold, but from the healing herbs of the fields and forests. And why was it cured thus so speedily and with such seeming ease ? Because rheumatism is not a disease of itself, but a symptom of indigestion and dyspepsia. It is this universal plague that the Syrup scatters and drives away, its children following after. Thus we keep our blood in our veins and our gold—it we have any—in our pockets.