THE ENGINES OP SHIPS AND OF MEN.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1800, 3 June 1891, Page 4

THE ENGINES OF SHIPS AND OF MEN.

Id the month of March, the great and beautiful steamship " City of Paris," while on her voyage from New York to Liverpool, met with an accident by which her engines were completely disabled, leaving her helpless on the sea. She carried a large number of passengers, and great anxiety was felt concerning her in Europe and America. How she was finally towed into Queenstown Harbour will be remembered by the public. "Well, what of it?" you say. "They afterwards found out how it happened, and repaired the engines, and no lives were lost." Very true, but wait a moment. Because you never go to sea, do you think the sudden destruction of a ship's engine has no lesaoa for you 1 How shortsighted men are ! Did you ever lie on your bed at home, or on a cot in a hospital, helpless as a log? What ailed you ? Some disease. What is disease ? It; is an accident to your vital machinery. What do the doctors try to do for you ? To " cure " you. Yes, of course. Suppose we say " repair " you ; it comes to the same thing, for we are kept alive and going' by certain organs or engines inside (he body. When they are out of order and work badly, we are ill ; when they stop, we die. Do you see the force of the illustration p Sometimes a man's machinery is never right from the hour of his birth. Here is a short story one man tells about himself which will show what we mean. He says : " One ship is never weak because another is, but a baby may be weak because its parents were, or some others oi its ancestors. It is spoken of in the family that when I was an infant, I did nothing but sleep. Now. a healthy infant ought to sleep most of the time, but not all the time. He should laugh, play, cry, kick, and take notice of things. My mother was bothered about it, and saw the doctor, who said it was owing to the sluggish state of nay liver. Nevertheless, I lived and grew up as millions of children do. But inherited disease makes its mark sooner or later, according to circumstances. About five years ago I began to feel bad. I didn't know what was the matter with me. I had a bad taste in my mouth, » slimy tongue, and felt languid and tired, and had no ambition for work. My appetite failed, and when I did eat, under a sort of compulsion, I had great pain after it. I went on in this way until the spring of 1888, when I had a very severe attack, and was treated in Bartholomew's Hospital for some time. But I came out still weak, and a little later on I was so bad I broke down completely, and took to my bad. Matters now looked very serious for me. "The first doctor who came to see me was not abla to give any relief, and my people fetched another, as my condition had become alarmvtvg. I got worse, and was in great agony. I had pains all over me, but more particularly in the bowels, where the pain was intense. The bowels were stopped or constipated, and the doctor seemed puzzled. One day he said, * I cannot account for your condition.' I now began to think wbat was best to be done. Yet what could I do ? "I had heard of a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, which was said to be a most remarkable cure for deepseated and chronic complaints where all other remedies were unavailing, but I had never tried it, and why should I believe in it 1 Yet how strangely we are sometimes led into paths we have never travelled before <! " About this time I picked up a newspaper, and read of a case similar to my own that had been cured— so the writer ■aid — by Mother Seigel's Syrup. I decided to risk it, and sent over to Mr Dyer, the chemist., in Acre Lan?, Westßrixton, and sot a bottle, and in. ten minutes after taking the first dose I felt relief. " In my excitement and satisfaction I declared. This is the right thing ! " After taking six bottles 1 found my•elf in perfect health. lam a new man. I never was in better health in my life, and all the members of my family think of my cure aa all the more wonderful owing to my having suffered with liver complaint from my infancy. I will gladly answer any inquiries about Mother Seigel's Syrnp, and what it did for me." (Signed) W Goldspink, 126, Acre Lane, Bnxfcon, and 19, Tachbrook Street, Pimlico. Mr Goldspink is a pork butcher, and is well known and highly respected. In addition to his inherited weakness oi the liver he suffered from deep seated indigestion and dyspepsia, with an acute attack of constipation, a dangerous and often fatal complication. For this almost universal malady — often mistaken for other diseases— Seigel's Syrup is the only remedy to be relied upon. Look in the papers an^ r9ad the testimony of witnesses from John O'Groat's to Landed End.