"NEVER MIND THE MAN IN THE MOON.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume XXXVI, Issue 11611, 13 August 1892, Page 1

"NEVER MIND THE MAN IN THE MOON.

Doh't worry your train, about (Jib man in. 1 tkemoon, but sjudy the ma.i in your own suit of clothes. If every individaal person tonk the best possible owe of himself, institutio-.is . of charity woi''d soon go ont of fashion. There's a deal of sence in the saying that "Charity begins at home." When a man. has got to swim or dtonn, he will at least make a laudable effort to swim. Perhaps we coddle one another too much. As in an army, so in society — we depend individually upon, the commander and the mi'Hitude. It's a bad thing, because it induces a man to trust to luck and to numbers .and not to his own courage and yi its. Consequently, when trouble comes, it fiends us not ready : ignorant how to fight and conquer it. For example, here is oar good friend, Mr. John Wilkinson, of Norbury, Whitchureli, Salop, wlio not long ago said to an acquaintance : " Lad, I*m done for." Why did he think go ? Because the 'lociors had given him up to dif» of con sumption. Enough to scare him if he really had consumption. Bat did he ? Ah, that is the question. Be tells his story thus : " I couie," he Bays, "of a stnong, healthy family, and up to the spring of 1885 t was always well. I cpufd life, ran, and jump with any one,' and walk thirty miles a day with ease. About April of that year I felt something coming over me whioh gradually fastened upon me. At first I felt dull, heavy, and tired, with a sinking all-gone sensation at the pit of the stomach, and pain in the sidoand between the shoulder-blades. My akin grew saHow, and tUo whites of my eyes were tinged with a yellow colour. I. had, a foul taste in my moath, partioalary in the morning. My mouth and teeth were covered' with a chick slime, and a thin, watery fluid came up from my stomach * into my mouth.' " My appetite failed, and what little food I managed to cat gave me great pain. I had a tight feeling at my cheat and round both aides aa if I was held in a vice, and I got weaker and weaker and very low in spirits. There seemed to be uo life or soul left in me. " By-and-by I began to have a hacking cough, which made me lose a deal of sleep. Indeed, I could not rest at night on aocouat of it. I would He awake all night long coughing and spitting. As time went on I became so reduced I oould scarcely get about. When. I did venture, outdoors I hid to be constantly stopping to rest, as I walked along the lanes, for fear of falling. " I tried all kinds of medicines, and was under the doctor' but without getting relief. In this miserable way I dragged on for six moaths. All my friends and neighbours thought I was breaking up, and was net long for this world. One day a friend of mine, Mr Thomas Bateman, g.unekeeper, Marbury, spoing me bo bad, asked me bow my complain c-nne on. I replied : ' I am done for ; I shall never get well again, lad.' ■■ Then he said, • Dcn't say that untU after jou havo tried Mother Scigel'fe Curativu Sj rup.' And ha went on to toll me huw this mi'.diciue had cured him after he Wiis at death's door, and given up by the doctors as being in a consumption. So. to leive nothiujr undone, I sent to Wbitehurch and bought tho remedy. Att-r rakins; three b ttles all patV and sickness left me j I could oat anything, aud tho cnuwh and tho spitting, as well as the p-iin in the chi-st, left nip, and I was a well man. " ) toll cveryb >dy hosr Mother Seigfil's Syrup saved my lifo, md you are at liberty to pub.isii my statement in ordei that othei suffe-er* may no what to do. (riiyned) '• Joun Wilkinson, Shoemaker, " Novbury, Whitchurch, Salop." The. eases of thesa two mot), Bateman and Wilkinson, were almost indentical in symptoms and character. Both-had indigestion and dyspepsia, both apprehended consumption, and both were happily cured by the same medicine. How many othors, situated as they were, are there in this country? Hundreds of thousands \ Ah, the dreary, dreadful days they have to pass through, right on the road to the grave, for unhelped they must surely die ! Are you, who read these lines, one of this suffering multitudo? Or do you know any one who belongs to it ? We eiybut a word to you -don't expect to get well through waiting and vaguely hoping. Study the man in your own suit of clothes. Otherwise act on your own good judgmeut, and on the reputation of a remedy which lias such evidence to prove its power.