MY WATCH AND OTHER WATCHES.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 4079, 28 February 1894, Page 4

MY WATCH AND OTHER WATCHES.

One evening last summer I had some writing to do at my house. The weather was very hot, and I took off my coat and waistcoat. My new gold watch (that I had paid £30" for) I laid before me on the table, where 1 could keep an eye on it. So far so good. I wrote on, and papers accumulated on tbe table, one of them covering my watch. Reaching out for something I wanted, my arm accidentally swept it to tbe floor. Ob, heavens, what luck ! I picked it up tenderly — as one picks up a child who has bad a bad tumble. Was it still running? Yes, faintly; but as I put it to my ear it ticked a few times, feebly and slowly, and then stopped — a dead watcb. A minute ago it was a vital thing — now merely a lot of motionless wheels in a case. What was broken 1 I couldn't say. Tbe watchmaker must repair it and return it with his bill. So much for my stupid carelessness. Yet nobody is so poor as not to carry a more valuable watcb than that j one that will run many years without winding. But when it stops, ah ! then, who is able to set it going again 1 Speaking about the one he owns, Mr Geo. W. Burton, of Kir ton Holme, Boston, says " My heart fluttered in a way to alarm me. Sometimes it was so bad I fancied I could hear it stop beating. What ailed Mr Burton's heart ? Perhaps his letter will help us to find out. He says :—" In October, 1887, I began to feel weary and languid. I had a bad taste in the mouth; and in the morning my teeth and gums were covered with a thick bloody slime. My appetite failed, and after eating I bad great pain in the chest and stomach. All tbe time I bad a craving for food but dare not take solids. It seemed sometimes tbat my bead would burst with pain, and I was so dizzy I could bardly see. After a while a cough set in, and I spat up great quantities of phlegm. Later on my breathing became very bad, and I would break out into a cold sweat. I kept on growing weaker until it was all I could do to get about and in this condition I continued for four years. During this time I consulted doctors and used all the different medicines I heard of, but none of them did any good."

Now let's tbink a minute. Mr Burton says his heart fluttered and palpitated, he had a backing cough, and difficulty in breathing — three frightful things. A roan might die of any of them as we all know. Yet be recovered from all of them — and all at the same time. He says :—: — "In February, 1891, 1 heard of what Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup bad done in similar cases, and I determined to try it. and got a bottle from Messrs Gimble and Kent, chemists, Boston. The first few doses gave relief, and by continuing to use it in a short time I was perfectly cured. I make this statement in order tbat others may know where to look for a remedy in an illness like mine." (Signed) « Geo. W. Burton."

We rejoice at his restoration to health but what, after all, ailed him 1 Did he have three diseases— viz , heart complaint, consumption, and asthma 1 ? And, if so, how on eartL could Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup have cured them — each affecting disease, indigestion and dyspepsia, of which the feeble heart, the irritated throat, aud tbe burdened lungs were tell-tales and symptoms. The poisoned blood — filled with deadly acids from the stomach — half paralysed the nerves and thus disordered the heart's action; it also infected the delicate membrane lining of the lungs and air passages, producing asthma and the cough that seemed to threaten consumption. One disease, many misleading symptoms — that is the truth ; deluding physicians, and frightening patients into thiuking there is no Hope. When life's timepiece runs down no power on earth can wind it up again, but Mr Burton's case, and thousands more, prove that it is often good for many a year after you thought the works would soon be motionless in the case.