OH, THE MULTITUDE WHO SAY IT!

Colonist, Volume XLVI, Issue 9388, 26 January 1899, Page 4

OH, THE MULTITUDE WHO SAY IT!

Speaking of another world than this, a certain Book from which so many draw comfort in times of trouble, says ; " The inhabitant never iaith, lam uei." Bat in this world the air is full of the weary, wailing cry, "I am sick," " I suffer so," "Can nothing be done to rid me of pain ?" Hear is another case of it — another out of a number beyond all counting or imagining. Yet the one got well. Do you want to hear about it ? Then read, either for yourself or for some one else. We give the facts exactly as they were given to vs 1 "In the early part el 1889 I began to suffer from illness. I had at first a bad taste in the mouth and belched up a sour, gaseous fluid. My appetite was poor, and after eating I had a burning pain at my chest, and palpitation of the heart. I had also a gnawing, grinding sensation at the pit of the stomach, with a feeling of sinking as though I were being bodily lowered into a pit. My food never seemed to settle but repeated, and I had to spit it out ; thi going on until my stomach was empty. " I lost a deal of sleep at night. I got very weak and thin, losing over a stone in weight ; I was so feeble that I could barely drag myself along. As time went on I grew irritable and nervous and took no interett or pleasure in anything "Sometimes better and at other times! worse, I continued in this way until August i of last year (1893), when I had to give up my employment as collier at the Waterloo Main Colliery, where I had been at work for seven years. At this time I had got so bad that I sat in my chair from morning till night, too weak and prostrated to go about. When I did venture out I dare not go alone' for fear I should fall dewn in the street. "At times ft strange feeling came over me, 03 if my heart had stopped beating ; and on one* of them eeoasfens I felt asif I were dying, and said to my wife, ' Last it's all up with me, 1

" During my long illness I consulted sev- 1 era! doctors, and they all said my heart was I sound, and that the trouble was a'l from * my stomach and liver. They gave me me- $ dicines and recommended a change of air. * I therefore west to Blackpool, Scarborough, | andWhitby, btit was no better either front: j the change or from the doctor' 3 physic. § " One day a book was left at my house \ \ telling about Mother Seigel's Curative Sy- < rap, and I thought it might possibly help' | me. So I. got a bottle from Mr Webster, ; \ chemist Green Boad, and when I had finished that bottle I found relief, for my food no longer repeated and the pain at my heart was easier. I kept on Ivith tKe medicine and soon my appetite returned and I could eat without feeling any pain or distress. Gradually I improved, getting / stronger and stronger every day. I can I now eat anything, and do my work with pleasure. I feel <Juite' a new man, and consider^ that Mother Seigel's 'Syrup has 'saved my life. Tours truly, (Signed) George Popton, 25, Bayswater Terraoe, Koundhay Boad Leeds, February Bth, 1894." No words of ours can add an ounce' tb the weight of this :plain and nlanly 'letter. From it, as from a hilltop, w« can £ee)ihe I sad picture of those four years of misery. J The discouraged and suffering husband, the patient, burden-bearing, helpful wife. t Heaven be praised that It all ended as it , iid— in renewed health— instead of at it might have ended. The disease was that nsatiate fiend and monster — indigestion md dyspepsia ; cunning as a fox, destruc- ■ iive as a man-eating tiger. In thiß case, as j in so many others, Mother Seigel's Syrup lemonstrated that power which has made . t celebrated all over the world— in : palace md in hut, wherever the inhabitant saith, ; r am tick. If you are one of these, try it i jow. If you are healthy and hearty, thank Jod for that, and pass the news of George lopton's illness and recovery on to any who 1 teed to hear it.