HARD WORK AND EASY WORK.

New Zealand Times, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3505, 6 August 1898, Page 4

HARD WORK AND EASY WORK.

There was a time vary lately whan Mr Donato Arnold! found it hard to keep up with his work. Not that there was more to be done than usual, but he didn't feel

litre working at all. He was dull. He had no edge. If he could have afforded it, he would have knocked off altogether. But there's where it is- Those of us who must work when we are sharp must keep on working when we are dull. Necessity obliges. Expenses keep on, and so we must keep on. Hear, dear, what a thing it would be if we were always right up to the mark — eating, sleeping and working with a relish. We might not have money to burn even then, but we should have some to save. Well, let's bear Mr Arnoldi. “ At Easter, 1893,” he tajs, “ I began to feel as if a cloud bad come over me. 1 was weak, low and tired. My tongue was thickly coated, and my month kept filling with a thick, touch phlegm. I could eat fairly well, yet my food seemed to do me no good. After eating I had a feeling of heaviness at the chest and pain at the side.

“ I lost a deal of sleep, and night after night I lay broad awake for hours. I kept up with my work, but X was so weak that X was scarcely fit for ’ it. This state of things' naturally worried me and I consulted a doctor. He gave me medicines that relieved me for a time, and then I ‘went bad as ever. “ Seeing this, I saw another doctor, who said my stomach, and perhaps other organ?, were in a-very bad way. I took his medicines, but they did" not help me as I hoped they would. On the contrary I got worse and worse. “At this time cold, clammy sweats began to break out over me, and as I walked my

footsteps were uncertain. Sometimes my legs gave way under me, as if they were too weak to bear the weight of my body. “Not to trouble you with details, it may be enough to say that I was in this miserable condition month after month. In fact, I came to think I never should be any better. “ Then I bethought me of a medicine I had heard highly spoken of —Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. I said to myself, I will try it. lam thankful I did. After taking only two bottles all the pain was gone, and shortly I was well and strong as ever. Since then I have had good health and worked without trouble. When I feel I need it, I take a dose of the Syrup, and it keeps me right. “ I am a surgical instrument maker, and think my illness was due to the quicksilver that I work amongst acting upon me when in a low state of health. At all events, I feel no ill effects now from the mercury I use in my business. (Signed} Donato Arnoldi, 39, Spencer street, Clerkenwell, London, May Ist, 1894.” No doubt lead, arsenic, mercury and other poisons do often produce injurious effects on those who habitually handle them j but the symptoms in Mr Arnoldi’s case go to show that his ailment was indigestion and dyspepsia. This abominable disease generates plenty of poisons of its own, and has no need of help from outside death-dealers. He wasn’t able to eat much, nor to digest what he did eat, and hia nerves got weak and shaken because they were not fed. That accounts for his wakefulness and for his uncertain footsteps. ! Take the ashes out of your furnace, clear the draught, and light a fresh fire, and things are buzzing and humming directly. And that’s what Mother Seigel’s Syrup does for the human body, when it sets the digestive system in pyoper operation.