A Remarkable Case.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 6184, 12 March 1888, Page 3

A Remarkable Case.

Q Under the above heading, the Doncadcr Reporter of July Gdi, 1837, publishes the following in its editorial columns : — Our readers may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Ricbold, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane in this town some time ago, and being picked up, as he continued perfectly helpless, and taken in a cab by Wo gentlemen i to the office of I\ W. Fisher, Esq., the | solicitor who employed him. On restoring I him to consciousness, it was ascertained ! that he was afflicted with what seemed to be an incurable disease. When he was able to 3peak, he said he had been to his dinner and was on his way back to his work, when suddenly his head -was in a whirl and he fell in the street like a man v/ho is knocked down. On coming to his senses in the solicitor's office, he thought what this might mean, and feared ho wa3 going to have a fit of illness, which, we all know, is a very dreadful thing for a poor niaa with 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 oi' dear friends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, as described by Mr Bicbold, must be of interest both to sick and well. He had noticed for several years previously, in fact, that his eyes and face began to have a yellow look ; there was a sticky and unpleasant tlime on the gums and teeth in the morning; the tongue coated; and the bowel 3 so bound and costive that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment — the piles. He says there was some pain in the sides and back and a sense of fulness on the right side, aa though the liver were enlarging, which proved to be the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidnoys would be scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing. Theue things had troubled Mr Biehold a lon<* time, and after his fall in the street he clearly perceived that the fit of giddiness was nothing: more than a sign of this steady and deadly advance of the couiplaint, 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 obcs 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. [ Thiu waa a asd calamity. He was appalled j to think how lie should be able to live. I But God raisad up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. Ho then went t<> the seaside atWalton-on-th'e-Naze, but neither the change, nor the physicians who treated him there, did any good. All being without avail he visited London, with a sort of vague hope that, some advantage might happen to him in tha metropolis. Tiiis was in October, ISS3. How wonderful, indeed, are the ways o£ Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes and then helps us when we least expect it. i While in London he stated his condition ■ to a friend, who strongly advieed him to ' try a medicine which "he called Mother's I Seigel's Curative Syrup, saying it was genuine and honest, aud often cured when everything elso had failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist iv Piuilieo, and began U6ing it according to the directions. He did this without faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his surprise i 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 beforo his eyes like smuts of soot, gradually disappeared, aod his strength increased. Beforo this time his lmees would knock together whenever : he tried to walk. So encqnrn&ed wrs ho now that lie kept on using Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup until it ended in completely curing him. i In speaking of his wonderful recovery Mr Ezchold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on his island in the sea ; ' and added, " Bub for Mother Seigel's ! Curative Syrup the grass would' now bo ; growing over my grave." ! Our readers can rost assured of the strict i truth of all the statements in this tuoso remarkable case, as Mr liichold (now . < residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-the- j Naze) belongs to one oi' the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful ; village of Long Melford, Suffolk, and his : personal character is attested by so high i an authority a3 the Rev C. J. Maityn, '. rector of that parish, besides other excellent i name:-!. We have deamed the ca-ae of such ' impoi'feance to fclie public as to j ustily us in. ] giving, this short account of it in our '. column?, ' .» 1