LOOKING FROM THE LONELY BOOK,

Colonist, Volume XL, Issue 8748, 23 December 1896, Page 4

LOOKING FROM THE LONELY BOOK,

The Island of B. Paul is merely a great rook in the Southern Ooeao. It is the top of a vo'oacia mountain. There are no means of sustaining life to be found on it. The nearest inlabited land is Australia or Africa. To that ugly and dtsoiate refuge came a boat containing Dine persons — two of tunn women. They had food — on ehort allowance, for perhapß a week. In less than three days the; were half insane from anxiety. Water, wattr, water everywhere, but no help. On tbe fifth day, at dawn, a brig hove-to off the island. Thfy saw h*r, Shouting, praying, weeping, they st ambled to the beach, and were resetted. It was one chance in a hon> dred. I'll tell you why some other time.

But, alas 1 ien't it as bad or even worse on land ? Look at the physical wrecks in homes, in hospitals, Bnd^auswer me. One perishes of privation from shipwreck. A thousand perish of privation in the midst of plenty. It isn't food they long for, but pmoer to use it — worst and deadliest of all wan<s.

11 My food Bf emed to give ma no strength," says one of tbis army of unfortunates, " and and as the hopeless, starving days pa?eed slowly by I grew weaker and weaker. Byand by my legs trembled and bent under me, and I oonld no longer get about. " The ailment which reduoed me to this fearful condition tegan in the spring of 1892. At first I hardly recognised it for what we commonly call a disease. I felt tired, heavy, and languid, ts one often does on the approach of warm weather. I fanoied it would pass away, but it did not. I lost my appetite, and only ate from habit and to keep ma going I had no pleasure in it, and no warmth or glow followed it, as hppena always when one is well. No matter how light and simple the repast was, or how oareful I had been to Beleet things that would net be apt to hurt me, the resnlt wbb the same. No sooner had I swallowed it than my stomach was distressed, and my chest and sides full cf pain. If you will allow me to pot ;t, my food appeared to strike lack at me as though I had no right t o use it. "There was a nasty bitter flavor in my mouth, more or less beidaohe, and a kind of nervousness, whioh was new in my expert* ence, as it was depressing and cheerless.

" Home remedies failing to help me, I consulted a doctor, but his prescription^ benefited me no more than our home medicines bad done. My flesh and strength grew less, and I felt like one who baa misaed his way and looks in vain for a gaide to point the read home.

"Finally I commenced attending the Leamington Hospital, and continued to do so for twaive months, but the treatment they gave me had no better effect than all the reas. You can hardly understand bow weary I got of taKing dregs. I tamed almost with | loatbing from every new dose — not because of the taste, bat because they deceived my hopes ; they were of no use to me. " In this etate I was, when in March, 1894, a friend urged me to try Mother Se'gel'a Bjrap. On account of iha very reasons I have mentioned, Iha c i t) experiment with any more medicine?. Bat I overoome this aversion (most fort in tely for me), and got a bottle of Mother Seigal's Syrup from Mr Judd, tin chemist, in Leamington, and after t .king it I felt a marked and great improvement I had no pain after testing and my food felt rignt, digested, and gave me strength. And as I grew stronger my nerveß ceased ta trouble m°. I can only s»y that by the contirnied use of the Syrup I got better daily, and was soon as vigorous and well as ever. I have had no relap3e, and have every reason to thiDk my oure a permanent one. You are welcome to publish my letter. (Signed) ; (Miss) Luoy Eden, Taoh brook, near Leamington, September 26th, 1895." We hope Miss Eden's recovery may indeed prove permanent, and if it does she will find no words too strong when she speaks of the remedy which wrought it. Bat. on, the vast multitude who etii stand, like the shipwrecked people on the iaUnd, looking for rescue I—viotims of that most obdurate, c >mmoQ, and baneful of diseases, ohronio dyspepsia. It is f^r their Bikes Miaa Eden kindly writes her statement, and for their sakea we print it. May it reach many of them 1