THEY SPORT WITH HUMAN LIFE.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 10035, 28 April 1894, Page 2 (Supplement)

THEY SPORT WITH HUMAN LIFE.

I'll give you the plain facts in the case, and you shall help me to judge whether there was a mistake made or not.

It seems that some time in 1889—in the winter, no doubt—Mr Strong, of Leicester, was taken down with influenz j, often called the grip; and truly a strong grip it has when it once takes a hold. Well, lam glad to say Tie was able to flght out the battle and get thebest of it. But the best wasn't anything to brag of. The influenza hadn't exactly beaten Mr Strong, but it left him ia very bad condition. And here is whero jxra and I propeily pick up the thread of the story.

Hia meala didn't tempt him; the most savoury of dishes had no charms for our friend. He had lost his appetite, and in the long ran a man had better lose his money. He forced down something of course, but it gave him snch a pain ia the chest that ho wished he hadn't swallowed a mouthful. Then, naturally, he gat so weak and nervous he couldn't sleep o' nigh's. This, as ever} body knows, is the straight road to the graveyard, through the mudhouse. Lota of people are making that trip all the time. We must eat and we must sleep. If wo don't we are done for. Neuralgic paius, too, made matters worse for Mr Strong. He saw a doctor, and what did tho dectoe do ? This is what the patient says on that point: "2'kis doctor gave me all kinds of strengthening medicines, but none of them did me any good, and I continued to suffer for month after month."

Just what we might havo expected. Mr Strong further says : "In October, 1890, my friend, Mr James Webster, of 28 New Walk, Leicester, advised me to try a medicine called Mother Seigel'* Curative Syrup, and I followed bia advice. The first bottle gave me great relief, and I began to digest my food and to have an appetite; and after I had used three bottles I was quite another man. I was completely owed. All my aches and pains left me, my strength returned, and I have been all right, evcrsinct). What astonished mo was that the Syrup cured me so quickly, and I shall never cease thanking Mr Webster for making it known to me. You are at liberty to publish my casa for the benefit of others.—Yours truly (Signed), W. Strong, 41 East street, Leicester, Dscembsr 30,1891."

Now, was there a mistake in this matter, and if so, what was it ? Yea, there was a common mistake made. It )3 an old and seemingly hopeless blonder. •

" The doctor," Days Mr Strong, " gave me all kinds of strengthening medicines." Open wide your ears and remember what I'm going to tell yon now ; remember it for the hour of your own helplessness and pain: there is no such thing at strengthening medicine, neither in the earth nor in the waters which are under the earth. This is the truthl all the high-class doctors know it. As for the others—well, there the less eaid about them the better.

Mr Strong took "strengthening.medicines," and what happened to him? Why, he "continued to suffer month after month." Did yoa ever see a horso made stronger and fatter by spurs and lash-whips ?—leaving off the oats and hay ? I think you have not. Aud that is what "ttrengtbening medicines" do, and all they do. So-called tonics are like making a sick man walk far and fast by kicking him at every other step.

Notliing under the sun bat digested food mv parts strength; no drug ever does.

And herein is the perpetual success and victory of Mother SeigeVs Syrup: —it cleanses the system of disease-poison and leaves Nature sweet and free. The stomach then cries, "Feed me," and bo power and health come back like the green grass after a shower. Do you see ? Mother Seigfil proclaims I destroy disease!" Nature responds, "Only do that, and I caa take care of myself."

The disease is indigestion and dyspepsia. Mr Strong had it and was bsdly treated. Should you have it, try the Syrup first—not last, for I have told you why. Experience. London, March 1892.

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