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Timaru Herald, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 13013, 28 June 1906, Page 7

TOOK HIS MOTHER'S ADVICE

WHAT A WELL-KNOWN SYDNEY MAN THINKS OF MOTHER SEIGEL'S SYRUP—A GOOD CUKE. sThexe is no greater satisfaction in life than to find one's work appreciated. It is gratifying and encourages to further effort. An artist, if he has any courage, can endure his picture being criticised, harshly, even •unfairly; but it is torture to him to see it passed by without notice. And yet how many of the greatest arts works have been eo treated! The heaviest loss, however, is to the one who ignores, not to the one ignored. Now here is Mr John Sullivan, of 140, Campbell street, Surrey Hills, Sydney, N.S.W., writing on May sth, 1905, in these word*: "lam a wood-block layer by trade, and during the past twenty years nave 'worked on every etreet and road in Sydney and its suburbs. If I had one penny f«r «"& block that I have handle! and placed in it would make me a very wealthy man. . "For years I was active, strong, and healthy as anyone in the land; I took pride and pleasure in out-pacing my feßow workera.. I could sleep nke a top, and eat a meal that would have filled a boardinghouse keeper with terror. But, about five years ago a change began to creep over me. Instead of being smart and active I was often dull and heavy. After eating, I would feeL as if a big knot bad been lied 5 in; xny stwnach, or I bad twaßowedVjm inflated lootball. Often, too/ there, #e£a swimWag sensation in my heaa. % £s' the weeks w«nvby I grew worse until, it was all X equld do to struggle through the day's izaskV Soon I found*it impossible, to sleep 'aMSight-unless I ttt& I W^' i %rji&i'Tislih i some powerful stimnlaiS; would rise in the morning with a" bS3 taste in my mouth, my tongue coated with scum, and with no desire for breekfast. In this way I failed steadily for eighteen months, until I was on the verge of complete breakdown. I vomited after every meal, and could keep nothing on my stomach, eo that I fell away to a shadow of what I had been and my dothes bung about me in folds. Constipation was another of my troubles, from which I used to occasionally obtain temporary relief, and then relapse into a worse condition than before. Re.'atives and friends urged me to consult a doctor, or attend a hospital for treatment ; but from childhood I had always hid a dread of doctors and physic, and" I co old not be persuaded to do as they desired. My mother, who for years had been in the habit of taking Mother Seigel'e Cur-