LITTLE OF THE GUN ; NOTHING OF THE DOG.

Taranaki Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 9289, 15 January 1892, Page 4

LITTLE OF THE GUN ; NOTHING OF THE DOG.

WnBS Rip Van Wiaklo awoke ,from bis nap' in tha Catakill Mpuutains in America; he found himself an old tiaa.n. His dog was dead lon» ago, and nothing waslott of his gan but tho lock and bnnel. And ... ffhen be went back to the village of Falling Water, whbre ho used to livp,uobody recognisod him. , Ilia wife, holi9ving him dead, had marred the innkeeper. Right enough too, for Rip had lain on the mountain side, sound asloep,/or twtnty years. A long snooze ; but it seems to me I'd rathor be asleep hulf my -life at a stretch than to stop awake and bo miserable; Yet " here is a woman who says, " I can truth- * fully say that for eighteen yeara I Waß ,nover free fronn pain for a single day." , ' <l fileroy ! think of that." What a wretched way to live 1 Yet I suppose millions of folk cruwl along throagh the world in that style. Not because they want to. Hea- * vene, no ! But because they can't help it. * This was her situation, and an arrcy oF other women (besides crowds of men,) can Sjmpathiae with her. , . . "' She says : ,'.' For over twenty yeara I was weak aid eiokly. At first" I bad. a bad taste in «.he month, poor appetite, and an uncomfortable' fueling 'at my chost and aides, and ofton triod to obtain ease by holding my sides with my hands. After catiug I hud groat pain ; it was like a load nt my chest, nnd I could not bear it unlil I vomitr.d all my food up. I would bo quite faint from the want of foot bilt wx» afravl to eat. At tin.es I had bad attacks of spasms which noarly doublol mo up, and I rambled up and down the house for hours together, for I could not even lie down. Of courao I lost a deal *of sleep, and in a morning was so weak and faint I Bcarcely knew how to got out of bed and downstairs. For eighteen years I was never free from pain for a single day, " 1 saw doctor after doctor, and took a great quantity of medicine without finding any real relief. They would not say what was the cause of my ailment. I waß fast waatiDg away, and did not think I could live much longer, whon one day in 188t my husband heard from Mr Joseph Cooper, of I3ourne, ot a njedicino called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, which he Baid had cured him. 'IEI am spared,' I said to my husband, ' I will try it.' I did so, and before I bad taken the first bottle 1 found relief, and after takiDg four bottles more I was quite well and strong. "That is now ten yearsygo, and I have been in good health ever since, taking just au occasional dose of the syrup After my recovery the clergyman said to my husband, ' Your missus gets about very different to what ehe used to do, 1 and he told him that Mother EeigeFs Syrup had wrought the cure. People tell me I look belter than I did twenty years ago, and I feel so strong that I can now dig potatoes and do work with anyone, notwithstanding 1 am 65 years of age. •' Aly husband suffered terribly from rheumatism and flux, and has found won- ; derful benefit from the same medicine. He says he would have been iv tho churchyard lont? ago but for Mother Seigel's Syrup. For myself I can say it saved my life, and I wish others to know what it has done for me and mine. (Signed), Mus Es'fHKit Ayr, wiEe of William. Ayr, of Tlmrlby, near Bourne, Lincolnshire." la this brief end eimplo way Ayr tells a story, tho full details of which would fill a book. What hopes and fears! what hours -'of keen Borrow and deep darkness she must havo experienced. Yos, ndeed. None can even imagine it except thoso who belong to the grout Sisterhood of Suffering. Whero she mentions one symptom of her disease she uctuully could have named a dozen. For her malady — the fearfully common nnd fatal one, indigestion and dyspepsia — has as many eigDS nnd forms as tho mm 1 has fancies, or the Heavens have clouds. From it, a& from sin, come a thousand pangs and pains to torment and to crush helpless humanity Seeing what her great discovery has accom plished in this and multitudes of likocaseß, how good a friend to her kind was Mother Seigcl 1 Rip Van Winkle awoke from his nap to find himself old ; Mrs Ayr awoke from her long night of iliness to find herself young ugain. Is not the moral plain enough for all tho suffering millions in England ?