A CLEAN-CUT INDIVIDUAL OPINION, BOLDLY EXPRESSED.

Otago Witness, Issue 2205, 4 June 1896, Page 53

A CLEAN-CUT INDIVIDUAL OPINION, BOLDLY EXPRESSED.

It is for this reason that an assertion like the following sticks up above the dead level of our stupid talk, and becomes noticeable 1 " When I saw how pale I had grown I said to myself it was because something had gone out of my blood." There 1 that is a statement with the aeede of an idea in it, Suppose we follow it up by quoting the rest of the letter which contains it " In December 1890," cays the writer, •• I fell into a poor state of health. I was tired, languid, and weary without any apparent cause. My appetite left me. and all food, even the lightest and simplest kinds, caused me great pain in the chest and stomach. When I s&w how pale I had grown I said to myself it was because something had goae oat of my blood. " Then my sleep was broken, and night after night I scarcely closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I became so weak and dejected that I took no interest in things around me. I was to nervous that common sounds annoyed and worried me ; even tho noises mads by my own children in their talk and at their play. " There was a disgusting taste in my mouth J it made me eiok, and often gave me * shivering sensation all over. When I saw others eating and enjoying their meals I felt as though if) were a strange thing ; in % way I wondered how they could do it. For myself I could eat hardly anything. Food went against me, and I turned away from it as one tarns from smells or sights that are offensive. And yet I knew, what everyone knows, that without lufaoient food the body languishes and weakens. And such was the case with me as month after month went by, " During nil this time, 10 full of pain and discouragement, I was attended by a doctor, who did what he could to relieve ma, but without success. I do not say he did not understand my complaint ; for may he not have understood it without having the means of curing it P " The answer to the lady's question it :* Yes, easily enough. All intelligent, studious doctors "understand" consumption, cholera, cancer, &0., without (a» yet) having the means of curing them. There is usually » wide gap between the discovery of a want and the way to supply it. " I will now," continues the letter, " tell you how 1 came to be eared. In April 1891 1 read in a small book or pamphlet about Mother Seigel's Syrup. The book laid tho Syrap was « certain remedy for all diseases of the stomach, indigestion in every form, and dyspepsia ; and it also said that most of the complaints we suffer from are caused by that. On looking i over the symptoms described in the book, and comparing them with my own, I saw plainly that my ailment was dyspepsia. "We sent immediately for a bottle of this medicine, and after taking it a few days I began to feel better. In » very short time, by keeping on with the Syrup according to the directions, I could eat without pain or distress, and digest my food. I also slept soundly and naturally. Then my strength came back, and with it the colour to my face. In short, after a few weeks' use of Mother Seigel's Syrup I was hearty and strong as ever, And I should be indeed ungrateful if I were not willing that others should have the benefit of my experience. You are therefore free to print my letter if you think it will bo useful. (Signed) (Mrs) M. Truran, Marton, Lincoln, April 24, 1895." * I simply desire to say to Mrs Truran that her idea about the blood' is a perfectly correct one. All our food (the digestible part of it) is turned into blood, and in that shape it feeds the entire body. When the blood gets thin and pool (lacking in nourishment), we lose flesh and grow feeble and pale. And the cause of the blood getting thin and poor is indigestion, or dys< pepsia. How easy this is to understand when once you get hold of the right end of it. Mothe* Seigel's Syrup has the peculiar' power to correct what IB wrong about the digestion, and thus enables the digestive machinery to make good, rich blood— which is life and health and beauty. _

— The word cosfcermonger waa originally costardmonger— that is to say, apple-seller. Their noisy manners were commented upon in Queen Elizabeth's day. There »re now ov.fi* 30,000 costers in Lodonn.