SHIPPING.

Patea Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 94, 7 August 1895, Page 2

SHIPPING.

Poet op Patea. Monday sth August, High Water-0 37 a.iu . a'd 7 54p.m. Sun—Rises G57 n.m. ant] 5 p.m. To-morrow. High Water—lo.ll am, and 10.27 p ni. , un —Rises, G 5G a.iu.; sets, 5 4 p in. EXPECTED ARRIVALS. Aorcre from Wellington Thursday. PROJECTED DEPARTURE. Aorore for Wellington Thursday. EXPECTED ARRIVALS AT WELLINGTON. Run gut ini left London Apiil 20. Star'of Hew Zealand left London 15 April. Chas G. Rice hj it Lew York Feb 14. Waitangi left London May 13. , River Hunter left Newcastle May 17.

OFTEN TIRED BUT NEVER WEARY. Let’s discuss this point for two minutes. .Here’s a man who says that at a certain period ho began to feel “tired and " wearv ” That’s precisely the way he puts “it in Ills letter. Now_ anybody has a right to feel tired or fatigued (it’s the same thing), after labour or much exer* cise. It’s the body’s fashion of telling you to hold up, to give it a rest. It is a natural and, in health, with supper and sleep just ahead,'a pleasant feeling. But weariness !—that s different. That comes of monotony, of waiting, of lonliuoss. Weariness is’of the mind not of the body. But it cun arise in the body, all the same. If this bothers you at first, don’t say, “Stuff!” “humbug!” but study up on it. A man may be lived and happy,_ but not w%iry and happy. For Weariness means depressed spirits, and nerves all sagged down in the middle. And when yon get both at once you will be wise to find out what’s gone wrong. It is a short letter, this is, and we can just as well quote the whole of it. The writer says : “ It was in November, 1887, when I began to feel tired and weary. It seemed as if I had no strength left in mo. Before that I had always been strong and healthy. My appetite was p or, and for days together I could not , touch any food that was placed before me. After every meal that I did succeed in forcing down I had such dreadful pains in the chest and back Ibat I was almost afraid to eat. Then there was a sharp pain around the heart, too, as though I was stabbed with a knife. “I lust a deal of sleep, and for nights together I didn’t sleep at all. Then I began to lose flesh rapidly, and was afraid I was going into a consumption. Yet I kept on with my work, however, but it was a hard thing for me, because I was so weak and nervous that I trembled from head to foot. As time wont on X gradually got worse and worse, and xny eyes were ' sunken and .drawn in. I consulted a doctor in Kentish Town. He gave mo medicine, but it did no good. After all this I got the idea into my head that I should not recover. “ One day a lady came into the shop, and noticing the slate I was in, kindly asked how long I had been ill. I told - her all about it, and she said, ‘You try Mother SeigeTs Curative Syrup; it has made me well, and I believe it will do you good.’ “ I sent for a bottle, and after taking a few doses I felt relieved. Presently my food agreed with me, and I enjoyed my meals. I could sleep better also, and by keeping on taking the Syrup I soon got at strong as I ever was in my life. Since that time (now over four years ago) I have been in the best of health. I con* sider that in all probability this remedy savedmy life ; at all events, it restored my health, and life without health don’t amount to much. I gladly consent to the publication of this statement, and will answer enquiries. Yours truly (Signed), G.Yince, 142 Shepherd’s Bush Road, Lorn don, W., November, 30th, 1892.” Thus Mr Vince’s unfortunate experience comes to a hagpy end. As he has to work for a living, of us, he is no doubt often tired, but never weary any more. And what can possibly be more wearisome than long-continued illness ? With him, as with millions, it was the stomach that was in fault. His food entered the stomach and stopped there. So he suf fered from two bad results: ho received no strength from it, but he did receive the deadly acids and gases which the fermented stuff gave birth to. Indigestion and dyspepsia. The same old story of pain and misery, and, thank mercy, the same story of restoration and gratitude after an appeal for help had been made to good old M other Seigel.