A LESSON FOR THE WEAK.

Otago Witness, Issue 2330, 27 October 1898, Page 23

A LESSON FOR THE WEAK.

I Do you see that locomotive engine standing on the side track? Something has broken down about it. There is not a hiss of steam • from its valves : it is still and cold as a dead whale on the beach; it can't draw a train; it can't even move itself. Now, tell me, do you believe that any amount of tinkering and hammering at it would make it go? Not p. bit. Nothing on earth will make it go except ' steam in the boiler, and even that won't unless the engine is in order. Everybody knows that, you say. Do they? Then why don't they act on this principle in every case where it applies? Here is such a case. Writing concerning his wife, a gentleman says: "In the autumn of 1880 my wife fell into a low, desponding stale through family bereavement. Her appetite was poor, and no food, however light, agreed with her. After eating she had pain and tightness at the chest, and a seiise of fulness as if swollen around the waist. She was much troubled with flatulence, and had pain at the heart and palpitation. At times she was so prostrated , that she was confined to her room for days together, and had barely strength to move. "At first she consulted a doctor at Ferry 1 Hill, but getting worse, she went to see a physician at Newcastle. The latter gave her some relief, but still she did not get her I sthength up; and after being under his tieatment for six months she discontinued going to him. Better and worse, she con1 tinued to suffer for over a year, when she heard of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. She began taking it, and soon her appetite revived and her food gave her strength. In a short time she was quite a new woman. Since that time (now nearly 12 years ago) I ha,ve always kept this medicine in the house, and if any of my family ail anything a few doses puts ub right. — Yours truly {signecf, George Walker, Grocer, etc., Ferry Hill, near Durham, October 25, 1893." We call attention especially to those words in Mr Walker's letter which are printed in small capitals. You can pick them out at a glance. They show how fully he understands I where human strength comes from — that I it comes from digested food and not from any [ medicines tho doctor or anyone else can give i us. Let xis have no mistake or confusion of j mind on this important point. For example, Mrs Walker was ill with indigestion and dyspepsia. Her symptoms 1 and how she suffered, her husband tells us. , The disease destroyed her power to obtain any [ strength from food, and Nature suspended her 1 appetite in order that she might not make bad worse by eating what could only ferment r in the stomach and fill her blood with the re- | suiting poisons. The only outcome of such a state of things must be pain and weakness — > weakness which, continued long enough, must end in absolute prostration and certain , death. Well, then, she failed to get up her strength under the treatment of either doctor. Why? Simply because the medicines they gave her — whatever they may have been — did not cure the torpid and inflamed stomach. If they had cured it then she would have got up her ' strength exactly as she afterwards did when she took Seigel's Syrup. But the trouble is this : Medicines that will do this are rare. If the doctors possessed them they would use them, and cure people with them, of course. Mother Seigel's is one of these rare and effective medicines. If there is another as good the public has not yet been made acquainted with the fact. But even the Syrup does not impart strength; it is not a so-called "tonio" ; there is no such thing. It (the Syrup) cures the disease, drives out the poison, repairs the machine. Then comes the appetite (all of itself) and digestion and strength. You see the order — the sequence. Yes. Well, please bear it in mind. The mechanics set the engine in order ; then the stoker gets up the steam. And of the human body — the noblest of all machines — Mother Seigel's Syrup is the skilled mechanic.

A single bee collects only a teaspoonful of honey during a season. The Waipawa correspondent of the Hawke's Bay Herald writes that Mr Moore, a lecal chemist, has come in for a windfall very unexpectedly. It appears that he sent £1 to Tatter sail's for a ticket, and received a letter back inquiring if he took a ticket a year ago, and if he still had it by him. If so, there -sras a sum lying to his oredit on proving his identity. He succeeded in doing so satisfactorily, and on Friday last received a cheque for £900*