MY WATCH AND OTHER WATCHES.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 11920, 23 January 1894, Page 3

MY WATCH AND OTHER WATCHES.

One evening last summer I had fiome writing to do at my house. 'Ihe weather was very hot, and 1 took off my coat and waißtcqut My new gold watch (that I bud paid JG3O for) I laid before me on the table, where I could keep an eye on it. So far so good. I wroto on, and papers accumulated on the table, one of them covering my watch. iteaching out, for something I wanted, my arm accidentally swept it to the floor. Oh, heavens, what luck ! I picked it up— as tondorly as one picks up a child who has had a bud tumble. Was it still running ? Yes, faintly j but as I put it to my ear it ticked a fow times, feebly and slowly, and then stopped— a dead watch. A minute ago it was a vital thing— now merely a lot of motionless wheels in a case. What was broken ? I couldn't say. The watchmaker must repair it and roturn »t, with hia bilK So much for my etupid carelessness. Yet nobody is so poor as not to carry a more valuable watch than that; one that will run many years without winding. But when it stops, ah ' then, who is able to set it going again ? Speaking about the one he owns, Mr George W. Burton, of Kirton Holme, Boston, gays " My heart fluttered iv a way to alarm mo. Somotiiues ifc was bo bad that I fancied I could here it stop healing." What ailed Mr Burton* heart P Verhapi his letter will help us to find out. lie Bays;— "lu October, 1887, 1 begau to feel weary and 1 anguid. I had a bad taste in the mouth, and in the morning my teeth an 1 pums were covered with a thick bloody slimo. My apetite failed, and alter eating I had great pain in the chest and stomach. All the time I had a craving for food, but dare not tako solids. Ifc seemed sometimes that my head would burst with pAio, and I was bo dizzy I could hardly seo. After a while a cough set in, and I spat up great quantities of phlegm. Later on my breathing became very bad, and 1 would break out into a cold sweat. I kept on growing weaker until it was all 1 could do to get about, and in this condition I continuod for four years. Dunne this time I consulted doctors and used all the different medicines I heard of, but none of thorn did any good." Now, let's think a minute. Mr Burton gays his heart fluttered and palpitated, ho had a hacking cough, and difficulty in breathing— three frightful things. A man might die of any one of them, as we all know. Yet he recovered from all of that— and all at the same time. He siys : — "Jin February, 1891, I heard of what Mother Seigel's. Curative Syrup had done in similar cases, and I determined to try it, and got a bottle fromMessera Qrimble and Kent, chemists, Boston. The first r few doses gavo relief, and by continuiug F to use it in a short time I was perfectly cured. I make this statement in order that otliors may know where to look for a remedy in an illness liko mine." (Signed; " Geo. W. .Burton." We rejoice at his restoration to health, but what, after all, uiled him ? Did he havathree disoases- -viz.,hoart complaint, consumption, and asthma ? And, if co, how on earth could Mothor Seigals Syrup have cured them— each affecting different organs ? The answer is, he had but one disease, indigestion and dyspepsia, of which the feeble heart, the irritated throat, and the burdened lungs were telltales and symptoms. The poisoned blood— filled with deadly acids trom the stomach— half paralysed the nerves and thus disordered the hoart'B action; it also infected the delicate membrane lining of the lungs and air passages, producing a°thma and the cough that seemed to tbreaton consumption- One dissase, many leading symptoms— that is the truth ; deluding physicians, and frightening patients into thinking there is no hope. When life's timepiece runs down r.o power on earth can wind it up again, but Mr Burton's rase, 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.