WHAT MAKES THEM CRY?

Otago Witness, Issue 2320, 18 August 1898, Page 54

WHAT MAKES THEM CRY?

You have a very sore finger, let us say. It may be a hurt, a boil, or, worse still, that; fearfully painful thing, a felon. t Oh, my! oil, my! What a time you have been trying to protect that poor finger. It is all the tima getting hit or knocking against something. Simply to keep it out of harm's way worries you more than doing a clay's Avork; and you don't succeed— and wouldn't even with a clozon policemen to help you. You are scared of <i fly threatening to light on it.

That is the principle on which Mrs Elizabeth Allen couldn't bear the least noise Slid had no s>ore finger, but she had what, was sti 1 ! more sensitive— j body full of sore nerves; weak, starved, unstrung nerves. So the prattle oi children, the dosing of a door, the momentary roar of a waggon in the street, the clatter of" dishes in the kitchen, the thousand and one sound* and noises that are in the air oonstanily — why, the smallest of them struck her like v blow from a club. Noises which are not. regarded by a well person are like volleys of musketry to one in this condition. Millions of women know all about it, and plenty ol men, too — crowds of them. You recognise them on sight — those who are subject to this affliction. Their lined foreheads, their bright suspicious eyes, their self-protecting gesturos and manner — you've seen them. Perhaps you are one of them yourself. If so, you'd give all your money and mortgage your future to have a, stronger set of nerves, Avouldn't you? Let's talk about it two minutes, first quoting the lady's letter which is dated May 11, 1893, and written from her home, 263 Syston street, Leicester.

"For many years," she says, "I suffered from indigestion and weakness. After meals 1 had v. great pain at my chest. Every few days 1 had an attack of sick headache, and had to be constantly lying down on the couch; 1 strained and heaved ;i good deal, and spat up a sour nauseous fluid. As time went w 1 got very we.ik and nervous, and couldn't bear the least noise.

" 1 took all horts of medicines and consulted doctors, but nothing did mo much good. .Later on 1 came to hear of Mother Seigel'^ Curative Syrup, and after taking it a short timu the disease lelt me, and 1 was able to relish and digest my food. O\vin& to the virtue ot tins remedy 1 now keep in good health. (Signed) Elizabeth Allen." And here is Mr W. Nash, who says: " I' or fully 10 jpars 1 suffered from periodic attacks of biliousness. At times ;i severe headaclio, preceded by exepsSoivo drowsiness; at other times vomiting, and retelling for a whole day;', at other times .sleeplessness, pain in the chest, eido, and stomach, coated tongue and toad breath — thai wus the way it acted with jne. 1 grew very melancholy, and was not able to follow my business. 1 consulted doctors and used conies, etc., but they onJy made ma tvorse.

■' J had constantly heard of your wonderful remedy, Mother Seigel's Syrup, but didn't beJiete in it. Then I read in ' Wil and Wisdom ' of a case like mine tliat the Syrup iiacl cured; so 1 tried it and tlio first bottle acted lil»o magic. The pains left me the first week, 1 rejected my food no more, a:ul in <& month ati my ills wtre gone. Blest Alotber Seigrei for ever, 1 say — Yours gratefully (Sig-ned), W. Nash, 331 Guswell road, E.C\, London, October 2, 189.3."

Now, where is there room enough on paper to sufficiently praise a medicine that wil) i\a what this one did for these two -good friends of ours/ AJJ pain, remember, is nervous pain, and in the above rase it was the foul and inflamed stomach which, by stopping digestion, starved the nerves and made them cry, out. What won't cry out when it i* starved? Babies will, men trill, women wil). nerves will.

Mother Seigel's medicine set th« stomach in order and gave the nerves some food. Then what? Why, quiet, comfort, strength, rest,enjoyment. "Blegs Mother Seigel," indeed.