A DEATH-BED RESURRECTION.

New Zealand Times, Volume LXVII, Issue 3330, 12 January 1898, Page 4

A DEATH-BED RESURRECTION.

ANOTHER "PRESENT-DAY MIRACLE. DOCTORS BEWILDERED ; FRIENDS DUMBFOUNDED. SENSATION IN PEARL BAY. Our reporter, says a Sydney paper, called at the home of Mrs Nelson, wife of Mr J. D.| Nolson, proprietor of the popular Pearl Bay(Sydney) pleasure grounds, and lessee of Clontarf and its fine pavilion and surroundings. Mr Nelson's name is admirably known in this particular, and his Wednesday evening excursions to Clontarf, and his Sunday trips to both there and Pearl Bay are not only always well attended, but are conducted with the greatest degree of good management and eclat. The reporter's mission was to find out if the reports he had heard respecting Mrs Nelson were true. Mrs Nelson’s tuneful voice at once proclaimed her hearty welcome to the scribe, and he was forthwith at ease with this most kind-hearted of ladies. “ Do you know that in the past 15 years,” she observed, “ I have spent .£2OO in tonics, cures, and patent medicines without receiving the slightest benefit or surcease of pain.” “ It’s a large sura,” wo remarked. '• Yes, indeed,” was the reply; “ but I spent every penny of it. Although I have been taking these medicines for 15 years, it was not until 18S8 —or eight years ago that I felt myself becoming completely prostrated and unnerved through the severe and continuous attacks of a jute indigestion and general nervous debility. There was no mistaking the symptoms, and day by day I sank I nearer the grave, until the family have been actually gathered round me expecting me to die. So weak and enfeebled did I become that every particle of physical strength deserted me, and for 48 hours togetbers I have lain helpless and even unable to speak. For two days and nights at a time without cessation I used to suffer from the most fearful throbbing headaches, until the agonising strain was so severe that I hardly knew where I was, and cared not whether I lived or died. “A burning hot feeling spread round my throat, just as if I bad swallowed boiling water ; the pain was excruciating and worse than the vilest attacks of heartburn. There was always a repugnant taste in my mouth, as if I’d been sucking a penny. You know how horrible that is ! During this time I had numbers of people to entertain, but it was sad work for me trying to do it. I frequently experienced the sorest of pains in the chest and stomach, and so hot and irritable did my skin become that I could’t even bear to wear my nightdress, whilst I was so weak that the bed-sheet on top of me was too much, and even that had to be dispensed with. I’m passionately fond of oysters, but I couldn’t take ono; and as the indigestion and nervous debility got worse and worse, X could neither even drink milk or water. All solids had been long out of the question, and it would have absolutely killed me had I taken any. Several doctors well up in their profession, and in whom I have great confidence, examined and prescribed for me. They did not tell me what they thought of the case, out of kindness, to me, but I knew well enough that their ideas were all expressed in two short but significant words—Hopeless! Incurable! I hey unsuccessfully treated me for acute indigestion, and they left me no better than they found me, although once or twice I obtained a little temporary relief. At last I came to as near crossing the line between life and death as ever a woman did. I was now too weak to even walk, and I could only stagger falteringly along the room, holding on by chairs and tables, thus drawing myself along. As my malady increased, so did my want of rest, and night or day I was utterly unable to sleep. Insomnia pursued me like a fiend. Then I became even worse, and the crisis arrived, heightenedandaooentuated by serious domestic sorrow. For five long days and nightellay helpless and entirely prostrated, utterly 'unable to swallow the ‘ softest particle of food or the smallest drop of moisture. My husband just kept me alive by moistening my lips with brandy. All could see the crisis had come, and that the end was near. Grief, alarm and resignation were painted on the faces of those around me. One day, however, one of my sons brought home a box of Dr Williams’ ; Pink Pills for Pale People, and said, “ Ma, these pills are for pale people; you must try them. I’ve heard they’ve done a lot of good to others.’ To please him I consented, because I knew they would at least do me no harm. I took the pills. The result was moat astounding, and to me miraculous. A short time after taking them I commenced to improve. My appetite returned, and I ate ravenously. My family was amazed. If I had forced food down my throat before I had taken the Pink Pills it would have killed me,” she explained impressively. ” But from then I rapidly improved. First I took one pill at a time just before each meal, and after that two before each meal. My appetite completely returned, and I relished all sorts of food., I was able to sleep soundly and well, the pains left my stomach and chest, the severe headaches became spectres of the past, the coppery taste left my mouth, and my cheeks became pink instead of pallid. In two short weeks after first taking the pills I was up and about and able to attend to my duties, and I was absolutely and completely cured of every malady I had suffered from in three short weeks and two day. In addition to the total absence of indigestion and nervous debility, the irritation in my skin vanished, and I was able to once more wear my corses and ordinary clothes with comfort. Now I can eat raw fruit going to bed without ill effect,” remarked our sprightly and entertaining narrator., In conclusion she said, “ Please recommend Dr Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale ■ People to everyone. I am sure they will cure almost anything, and I’m only too glad to give yon every particular of my case for publication. Anyone who wants to see me will always find me at Pearl Bay, where I shall be very happy to tell them what I ve told you.” Thousands have been cured of paralysis, locomotor ataxia, spinal disease, rheumatism and sciatica j also diseases arising from impoverished and vitiated humours of the blood, which cause scrofula, rickets, chronic erysipelas, consumption of the bowels and lungs, anesmia, pale and sallow complexion, general muscular weakness, loss of appetite, palpitations, pains in the back, nervous -headache, early decay, all forms of f« male weakness and hysteria by Dr Williams’ Pink Pills. The genuine Pills are sold only in wooden boxes, about two inches in length, each of which is encircled by a blue warning label. The outside wrapper has the fall name. Dr Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, printed in red on white paper. In case of doubt it is better to send direct to the Dr Williams’ Medicine Company, Wellington, N Z , enclosing the price, 3i a box, or six boxes for Iss 9d. These pills are not a purgative, and they contain nothing that would injure the most delicate