IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT.
The man who sits down to his supper and refuses to eat, it is not likely to rise in the erleem of his wife or of his cook. Excellent cooks have thrown up their situations, and! gone off in a huff simply because the master of the house has casually remarked that there was a trifle too much salt in the soup. Nevertheless, Mr John Bennett, according to his own story, failed to get any satisfaction out of his meals for several years. Ye£ ncbody complained of him, because it v^as not his fault. He would not have dreaded: the coming of a meal time, as he actually did diead it, had he possessed the power to choose! his. own feelings. But alas ! a deaf man may love music, or a blind one long vainly for the sight of remembered colours. "From 18S4 to 1869," says Mr Bennett, "I was a helpless victim of that tormenting and incorrigible complaint — indigestion. How i. v i came on me at the outset I cannot say. Ifc is like waking up in the night and finding a. thief in your house. How he got in you may never exactly discovei? — not even by the aid of the police. ""What I do kno\y is, 'that it annihilated -ny appetite and spoiled my comfort;. The little 1 I did worry down often caitie up again — undigested, and consequently of no advantage to me. "In fact, I dreaded the coming of meal time, and wished it were possible to get akng without eating. But this is the horror of chronic dyspepsia — that on© must eat in Older to live, and that existence under such, circumstances is scarcely worth having. "During all those years— about fifteen of them — I never knew what it wa? to be well. O e . all the medicines I resorted to, and they comprised almost everything I heard of that had the slightest hope in it, none did me anygood ; that is, none went to the bottom of m"y trouble. Any weary and hapless dyspeptic w.' 1 understand what I mean. "Some time in 1899 (just ten years ago now), I bought a bottle of Mother Seigel's Syrup of: Mr Sept. Powell, the chemist here in Paddington. He has been long in business in thisi place, and can be trusted to recommend only; what is good in his line. "I need only add that the result of my using this medicine was far beyong my hopes or dreams. Before I had finished the first bottle 15 was better, and after taking the Syrup a few; weeks longer I was cubed. Yes, and reallyi cured ; for never since then has a sign oC my old trouble shown itself. "What I think of Mother Seigel's Syrup may be inferred." — John Bennett, 4-8, Beggstreet, Paddington, Sydney, N.S.W., August 30th, 1E99.
A movement is on foot at Wanganui for the establishment of an Irish volunteer corps. For paying a girl less than the minimum, allowed by scale, S. G. Harris was 'fined 55,. with costs (9s), at Wanganui last week.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2437, 28 November 1900, Page 22
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518IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT. Otago Witness, Issue 2437, 28 November 1900, Page 22
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