DO THOU LIKEWISE.

Otago Witness, Volume 01, Issue 2123, 1 November 1894, Page 44

DO THOU LIKEWISE.

Whf n one se l s a candle in a window on a dark night ho never can tell how many lost and bewildered travellers it may guide on their way* I once knpw a dear old lady who habitually did it every (lark uight. The road that pa«sed her house was always forsaken and lonesome enough and houses were far apart. So, on the general principle of goodwill to men, she placed her candle in a sort of projecting window, where it would shine both ways aud do the most good. She is dead and gone now, but let us hope that her family keeps up the custom. To b« sure it brought her many a strarige guest, ytt she did what she could for them, and never grumbled— pay or no pay. A year or two ago a little book wns printed conta'ninfc an Bccout.tby Mr John Hodson, of Warboys. Hunfs, of the way he was cured of a wasting disease by Mother Seig<*l's Curative Syrup — a complaint contractrd in India where Mr Hodaon was once a soldier in the British army.

This candle of Hudson's beamed hopefully in all directions, and, among others, its rays fell upon the eyes of a woman who needed light at" that particular tiroo. How it came to pass she tells in a letter, from which we quote the

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"I was," she siys, "always healthy up to May 1884, when I bad an attack of gastric fever, which left me low and feeble. I had a bad taste in the mouth, and after everything I afca X had great pain in the chest and side«, and also dreadful pain afc the back and between the shoulder blades, and a sinking feeling at the pit of the s f omach. My legs trembled and shook under me, so I could not walk oufc. Indeed, it was as much as I could do to get across the floor. A dry, hacking cough set in and shook me very much, and I lost a deal of sleep.

"As I grew weaker I w^s confined to mv bed more and more, and my daughter was obliged to take my place in doiDg the housework. A doctor afc'ended me for over a year. He tried first one kind ot medicine and then another, but none of them helped me. At the end of tbe year the doctor said he could do no more for me, and rfcommended me as a last resort to try a change of air.

•' I had got to despair of ever getting better when a book was sent to me full of statements from different people, telling how they bad been madu well of various complaints by using Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and I read of a young man living &b Warbojs, near me, having been cured in a marvellous manner by this medioine. I got a bottle from Messrs Palmer and Sons, chemi4s, Ramsey, and after I had taken it a week I felt relief and gained strength. All my pain left me, aud I have never looked behind me since. I take an occasional dose of the syrup and keep in excellent health. I give you full permission to use this letter r.s you think fß— Yours truly (signed), Sarah Mason, Rainsey Heights, Ramsey, Hunts, January 27, 1892." What better use could we possibly put thif lady's letter to than to pub'ish it ? In this way it has fallen into the present reader's bonds', aud may turn oufc to be a candle in the window to show him refuge and shelter beside some long and gloomy path. A word more on tMft very point. It is not a matter of choice whether we are to help one another. We are ollii/ed and hound to do so by every coDsiderat tioii of morality and utility. Humanity is lik& the body of oae man: if a single part is Deglected the rest must pay the penalty. Therefore set candles in windows. If, for in> stance, Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup has done you good, say so, publith it, make it know. Others near you may be groping ia darkness. *

And it is all the more a subject of rejoicing that thh remedy, as in the above case, conquer* indigestion and dyspepsia, because that corjqr plaint it is whioh olougs the sun fox million* on Life's hard toadX