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Temuka Leader, Issue 3472, 29 July 1899, Page 4

Mr. W. T. ROSE DOES NOT THINK, HE IS SURE.

HE CANNOT PROPERLY PICTURE The Horrors of his Illness.

The Case of Mr. William Thomas Rose

(From the “Nepean (Penrith, N.S.W.) Times.”) (by our special reporter.) A report having reached this office to the effect that Mr. W. T. Rose, of High-street, Penrith, had sonic time since established himself in firm health by the opportune use of a certain remedy after suffering for a long time from a stubborn and dangerous illness, our reporter called at Mr. Rose’s house, and asked him what ailed him some time back. “Well,” replied that gentleman, “I was afflicted with A Terrible Nervous Complaint It came upon me when I was weakened, and my constitution shattered by a long continued internal complaint. I caught cold when out on an all-night fishing excursion, and on returning homo was seized with griping cramps at the bottom of the stomach. While it lasted the pain was simply excruciating. I was bent double with pain, with my two hands pressed upon my stomach. I changed to a deadly colour, and couldn’t utter a word. It felt as though my bowels were tied in knots. Gradually the cramps subsided, and left me free for two or three days. Then the spasms came on again. The torment was worse than before. Once more I slowly recovered, but onij' to be seized again and again with these racking spasms. Often in the height of the anguish I positively thought I should bo snuffed out. ‘One minute, more of Ibis agony,’ I said to myself, ‘ and I shall lie a dead man.’ I slowly got weaker and weaker. Every seizure loft me worse.” “ Did you get no advice ? ” Mr. Rose laughed at the question. “I should think I did,” lie replied. “ I tried everything, but nothing I used at that time could -ward off the cramps, or even give me relief.” “ I suppose you had other symptoms ? ” “Yes, my one-time splendid appetite deserted me, and whatever I did eat gave me a Painful Feeling of Oppression right here (Mr. Rose placed ids hand on tlie lower portion of his chest to indicate the spot). Wearisome headaches troubled me, and a sharp, twinging pain between the shoulders frequently made itself felt. In the morning I found my tongue thickly coated with a disagreeable substance. My breath was foul, and after every attempt to eat, wind would generate in my stomach.” “ Your liver was affected, perhaps?” “Yes, very badly; but I hardly know what portion of my body was not afflicted. Then my nerves began to go. That was the last straw. I had battled as cheerfully as possible against my disease, but now this new infliction made me \ Downhearted Beyond Expression, When I stood up I was so giddy and shaky that I had to take hold of something to steady myself. I was friglitoned to walk across the road. All night long I lay in bed all of a shake, and twitching frightfully. All sorts of Foolish and Unwarrantable Terrors Would crowd into my mind. I had to sit up in bed, I really dare not lie down. My 'despondency increased day by day. I can’t describe the awful nervousness that was upon me. I went into a shaking fit through nothing at all. The blessing of sleep was denied me. My nights were one long misery, and I dreaded the approach of bed time. Sometimes I was unable to get out of bed, and at other times I sat up brooding over my misfortunes, trying to imagine what it would bo like to lie well and strong once more.” “ I suppose you had the attention of a doctor ? ” “Yes, I had as many as five different doctors, but none of them could cure me. Some slight temporary relief was all that I ever obtained from their medicines, and I was soon as bad as ever again, if not worse, I also obtained all sorts of physic from the chemists, and my wife bought me many medicines which were warranted to cure me straight off.” “ But they didn’t do it ? ’• 1 ' They were all rubbish,” sak. Air, Rose, emphatically just new-fangled catchpennies; but you know how a sick man clings to tho weakest hope,”