GENERAL JACKSON WAS DEFEATED.

Otago Witness, Issue 2051, 15 June 1893, Page 49

GENERAL JACKSON WAS DEFEATED.

"The only way he could obtain relief was to have a sapling partially cut mid bent down so he could lean over it, with his abdomen pressed hard against the tree and the ends of his toes and fingers just touching the ground."

In mercy's name, think of anybody being driven to such a resort as that ! And yet what does trouble care for high or low ? This was one of the most famous men that ever lived — General Jackson, a military genius scarcely second to Cresar or Napoleon. Yet only to fancy this great general and statesman in the grotesque, even ridiculous, attitude above described ! What could have made this fearless fighter cry for quarter ? Let the historian tell. "General Jackson was tortured by acute dyspepsia, and the only way he could obtain relief was to have a sapling partially cut and benfc down so he could lean over it, with his abdomen pressed hard against the tree and the ends of his toes and fingers just touching the ground." We quote from Mr Oliver Dyer's " Life of Jackson," published in 1891.

It is clear enough now. In surrendering to such an enemy General Jackson only did what other heroes have done — Napoleon among them. It follows that whosoever can cure this disease (which is universal) holds the world in the hollow of his hand. All sorts and conditions of men have a stake in this contest ; and there isn'fc a woman to whom it isn't as important as the roof over her head.

Here is a straw that shows which way the wind blows. "In August, 1889," writes the witness, " I had pain after eating, and vomited all my food. For a week at a time nothing would stay on my stomach. I had a bad taste in my mouth, and a slimy phlegm would gather in my mouth and stick in my throat, causing ma to be sick. I was tired all day long, and even more so in the morning than when I went to bed at night. After a while I began to be troubled with shortness of breath and a sense of fulness or constriction in the throat, so that at times it seemed as if I must choke. There was fearful pain in my left side, and a most oppressive feeling of tightness round my waist and at my chest. I lost a great deal of sleep, and night after night I only dozed for an hour or two. You will easily believe me when I say that I became dreadfully weak and lap m bedfov three weeks at a time.

" During my illness I had four doctors attending me, yet I grew so bad that one of them called an additional doctor in consultation. On this occasion I thought I was going to die, and all who called to see me were of the same opinion. After I had suffered in this manner for six months my brother Alfred told me of the great benefit his wife had received from taking a medicine called Mother Seigel's Syrup, and persuaded me to try it. I did so, and after having taken a few doses my food digested, and I felt easier and gained some strength. By the time I had used three bottles I was back at my work, strong and hearty, and have since been in good health. I am a f orgeman, and have worked at the Carbrook Forge over 16 years. I havo recommended this remedy to many persons, upon whom it has had the same good effect. You have my free consent to publish my letter if you think fit. I will answer inquiries. " (Signed) Geohge Darby. " 310 Bright Street, Carbrook, Sheffield, "October 7, 1891."

We are credibly informed that Mr Darby's father has resided in that district more than 30 years, and the family are well known and highly respected. But what ailed Mr George Darby ? In reply we seem to hear a chorus of 10,000 English voices, whose owners have suffered as he did, and been cured by the same agent that at last restored his health, and perhaps snatched him from a yawning graya — indigestion and dyspepsia, the bane and curse of every civilised nation. Anybody can destroy life ; what shall be said of Mother Seigel, whose mission was to. save it ?

Poor General Jackson ! Despepsia killed him at last. But that was many a year before SeigePs Syrup was discovered. If it had only been known in his day ! But, why talk so ? Spring comes none the sooner because men die of winter's cold.

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