A REMARKABLE CASE.

Observer, Volume 9, Issue 529, 9 February 1889, Page 8

A REMARKABLE CASE.

Under the above heading tlae iJoncaster Reporter of July 6th, 1887 publishes the following* in its editorial columns — Our readers may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Kichold, falling insensible ou the Wheatley Lane in this town pome time ago, and being picked up, as he continued perfectly helpless, and taken in a cab by two gentlemen to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq., the solicitor who employed him. On restoring him to consciousness it was ascertained that he was afflicted with what seemed to be an incurable disease. When he was able to speak he said he had been to his dinner and was on his way back to his work, when suddenly his head was iv a whirl and he fell in the street like a. man who is knocked down. On coming to his senses in the solicitor's office he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a very dreadful thing for a poor man Avith a family to care for. With this in his mind he at once sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how he had been attacked. They questioned him, and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dyspepsia of a chronic nature. This in turn had been caused by confinement to his desk and grief at the loss of dear friends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, a.s described by Mr Kichold, must be of interest both to sick and well. He had noticed for several years previously, in fiict, that his eyes and face began to have a yellow look ; there was a sticky and unpleasant slime on the gums and teeth in the morning ; the tongue coated; and the bowels so bound and cos-live that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment — the piles. He says Ihere was some pain in the sides and back and a sense of fulness on the right side, as though the liver were enlarging, which proved to be the terrible fact. The .secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing. These things had troubled Mr. Richold a long time, and after his fall iv the street he clearly perceived that the fit of giddiness was nothing more than a sign of the steady and deadly advance of the complaint which began in indigestion and dyspepsia. His story of how he went from one physician to another in search of a cure that his wife and little ones might not come to want is very pathetic and touching. Finally he became too ill to keep his situation and had to give it up. This was a sad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be able to live. -Cut God raised up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-on-the-Naze. hut neither the change nor the physicians who treated him there did auy good. All being without, avail he visited London, with a sort of vague hope that some advantage might happen to him in the metropolis. This was in October 1885. How, wonderful, indeed, are the ways of Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes and then helps us when we least expect it. While iii London he stated his condition to a friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine which he called Mother SeigeVs Curathe Syrup, saying it was genuine and honest, and of i en cured when everything else had failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist in Plimlico, and began" using it according to the directions, lie did this without faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when after taking a few doses he felt great relief. He could eat better ; his food distressed him less ; the symptoms we have named abated ; the dark spots which had floated before his eyes like smuts of soot gradually disappeared, and his strength increased. Before this time his knees would knock together whenever he tried to walk. So encouraged was he now that he kept using Mollwr SeigeVs Curative Syrup until it ended in completely curing him. Iv speaking of his wonderful recovery Mr. Kichold says'] t made him think of poor llobmson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on his island in the sea. : and added, 'But for Mother Scigel's Curative Syrup the grass would now be growing over my grave.' ,_,.,. ... Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth o£ all the statements iv this remarkable case as Mr. Kichold (now residing at Swiss Cottaoc Walton-on-thc-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful village of Long Melford, Suffolk, and his personal character is attested by so high an authority as the Rev. C. ,T. Martyn, rector of the parish, besides other excellent names. We have deemed the case of such importance to the public as to justify us in giving this short account of it in our columns.