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Patea Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 51, 26 April 1895, Page 3

while chum. The excitement among the crowd was intense; tho dying man alone was calm. “ Jack, my darling old boy,” he spid, “ forgive me and forgive her. Kiss me and let me go.” A minute more and he was dead, with Jack lying across bis body, crying like a baby. After I have told you another and very different story, I’ll show wherein they teach the same lesson: There is no tragedy in this one; nevertheless it is of wider human interest than the other. A woman had been ill more or less all her life. The details are commonplace enough, and yet they will appeal to millions who care nothing for the jealousies of young men in love. “ At times,” she says, I suffered from at the back of the head, and a sense of a weight, and felt tired and weary, yet it was not from work only. I had a strange feeling too, of something hanging over me, as of some evil or langer that I could not explain or define.

“My appetite was variable; sometimes I could eat anything and again I could not touch any food at all. But I was wver laid up , as it were Please note the last sentence. It may seem like the weekest but really is the strongest point in Ibis lady’s statement. We will tell you why in a moment. She goes on: “ Still I was often in misery, but got along fairly well until August, |j.890. when I had a severe attack of rheumatism. First the great toe of my right foot and the thumb of my right hand grew hot and painful. After a time the trouble extended to my back and hips. I could not straighten myself; I was almost bent double. Month after month I was like thisj, getting little or no sleep at night. Medical treatment proved of no benefit to me. in December, 1891, the

pain almost drove me mad. My face was swollen to nearly twice its natiural size, and my eyes were so covered by the enlarged lids that I could hardly see. There was a constant ringing in my ears, and the doctors said I had erysipelas. *• For days and days I could not walk across the floor, and for some time I was able to move about only by taking bold of tbe furniture or other objects. When all other means had been tried and had failed Mother Seigel’s Cuiative Syrup was recommended to me. A single bottle did mo a deal of good. I kept on with it, and soon was stronger and in better health than for forty years previously. I still take an occassional dose and continue in good health notwithstanding my age (48) and the ‘ change of life.’ I tell everyone what the Syrup has done for me, and'give

you permission to publish what I have said Yours truly (Signed), (Mrs) Maky Jane Milners, 18, Walker’s Buildings, Brewery Lane, Thornhill Lees, near Dewsbury, Yorkshire, Oct. 12th, 1892 ” Now for the lesson of both these incidents; whatisit; This: that it is not people in desperate extremities who suffer most. Pain is in proportion to tbe resistance to disease. Those who surrender, who are in despair, who give up, have present punishment largely remitted. Dying people are the most comfortable of all. Hopelessness and dissolution administer tbeir own anodynes. Those who are not laid, up, who are ill, and yet work and struggle, need pity and help. This lady was one, and to such Mother Seigel always roves a friend.