Two Per Cent off my Life.

Woodville Examiner, Volume XXI, Issue 3570, 26 June 1903, Page 4

Two Per Cent off my Life.

It was in a court of justice adjoining the hideously gloomy prison of Newgate, a point at which the misery and crime of London have for centuries been focussed. A young man, scarce past boyhood, stood before the late Lord Chief Justice Coleridge, charged with embezzlement. He was a bright, intelligent youth somewhat better educated than the average English clerk, but not clever enough to make one sovereign do the work of five, so he had embezzled his employer’s money in order to live according to his taste. The employer objected, hence the scene of which we have a vivid recollection. After reading him a fatherly lecture, the eminent judge sentenced the delinquent to two years’ imprisonment. “ Two years!” exclaimed the convict, as he was led away. Two per cent, off my life, if I dive for a hundred years!" Yes, two years makes a distinct notch ;in the life of even a centenarian ; and then, you see, very few of us can reasonably hope to become centenarians, which makes the matter worse. Notwithstanding the benefits conferred upon humanity by our marvellously improved sanitary arrantTf-men's, modern habits and custom.- do ’t on the whole tend towards increase! length of life. It is, therefore impei a iv© that everyone should as diligently watch that he loses no lime by transgres-dng the laws of health as it is that be should avoid transgressing the laws of the land: for the first of these transgressions is responsible for a vastly larger amount of lost time than can be ascribed to tbe second.

" After suffering from indigestion for over two years I was completely cured by Mother Seigel’s Syrup in five weeks." Thus writes Miss Eyelet)a Easton, of 50, pacific street, Newcastle, N.S.W., on October 21, 1902. Miss Easton is a young lady of about twenty-six summers just at that golden period of life which cannot be abbreviated by two years, or even two months, without inspiring infinite regret. Miss Easton continues: “In the summer of 1898, when residing in Auburn Street, Goulburn (of which city I am a native), I first became conscious that mv health was giving way. My appetite left me, and I felt languid, weak, and nervous. The little food I ate caused dreadful pains in the chest and stomach, to say nothing of many other distressing symptoms. A doctor whom I consulted informed me that my complaint was acute indigestion; but his treatment did me no good whatever. The efforts of of a second doctor being equally futile, I took a great variety of patent medicines, which in turn were recommended to me by various friends. But I did not find that any of them did me the least good. And so for two years I grew paler, thinner and feebler. I never went out, but moped about the house ail day, dull and listless, the slightest effort being painful to me. Noise, or pxcifemept of any kind, would cause my heart to palpitate violently, after which it would almost cease to beat. “ While I was in this miserable condition a lady friend, Mrs W. Cook, came from Sydney to spend with us the Christmas holidays of 1900. This lady persuaded me to try Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, at the same time asserting that she knew several persons who had derived great, benefit from it, and that she was shrp it jvns th.e onjy thing that would do me good. I accepted fier advice, and acting upon it found that in a surprisingly short apace of time—before indeed I J had finished the second bottle —Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup bad wrought a change in my condition and appearance which nothing else had been able to effect. I could eat and sleep; the heart trouble disappeared; and I recovered all m.v old-time capacity for work and the p easurea of life. At this distance of lime, I entertain no doubt whatever that my cure is absolutely permanent.”