SIZE AND STRENGTH NO DEFENCE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue XVI, 19 October 1895, Page 494

SIZE AND STRENGTH NO DEFENCE.

Here's a point for you to think over : Size, and development have nothing to do with health. A naan may stand six feet two inches in his stockings and have the muscles of a prize-fighter, and yet be an essentially unhealthy man. His frail-looking wife may be really the better of tbeconple ; she may easily do more work, endure more exposure, bear more grief and worry, and outlive her big husband. There is a mystery in this that nobody can see into. It is a matter of vitality and organisation —not of dimensions. Take, for example, the case of Mr T. B. Staples, of Oakwood, Ontario. He is a blacksmith ; and I well remember bow, when a boy, I used to regard a blacksmith with awe and wonder on account of his strength. It was fearsome to see him swing those mighty hammers and pick up a heavy cartwheel as though it were a child’s hoop. Yet I saw only in part and understood in part. •Some twelve years ago,’ writes Mr Staples, * I became aware that the dreaded disease, dyspepsia, had chosen me for one of its many victims. It is hardly necessary for me to describe all the different feelings that came over me. I have talked with many people suffering with dyspepsia, and they have all had about the same experience. Among the symptoms on which we agreed are the following : Bad taste in the mouth ; fulness and deadness in the stomach after eating ; getting no good from one’s food ; headache and palpitation of the heart; gas and sour fluids from the stomach ; dizziness, especially when one rises np suddenly, or bends over bis work ; loss of appetite ; pains in the chest and hack, and the weakness that comes from not eating and digesting enough food to keep the body going. All these things I had ; and yon can imagine hew bad they are for any one; particularly for a man who has got to earn his living by daily hard work, as in my case.

* After I found out what was the matter with me I consulted a doctor at once, and began to take the medicine be gave me. lam sorry to say it did me little or no good. Although there is a common opinion that stomach troubles sre not very serious and never dangerous, I must say that is not my opinion. No man who suffers from dyspepsia as long as I did (about six years) will ever talk foolishly or lightly about it. Even the doctors admit it is the hardest of all diseases to keep track of, and to cure. Il it does not kill a man right out of band, it spreads the shadow of death over him all the time he has it, and takes all the laughter out of his days. * Well, after the doctor’s medicine failed, I kept on taking anything and everything that was recommended to me in hopes of relief. Yet none of them went to the root of the trouble. Sometimes I would feel a little better and sometimes worse, and that’s the way things went on with me year after year, a dreary and miserable time. There’s no money could hire me to live it over again. * I was still in this condition when a friend, that I had been talking to about myself, advised me to try Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. I didn’t know the merits

of the Syrup then, but being anxious to try anything that might help me, I bought a bottle from Messrs Hogg Brothers, and commenced taking it. All I can say is, that I found relief immediately, and by continuing with it a short time, all my bad symptoms abated one by one, and I found myself completely rid of the dyspepsia. Since then I have never had a touch of the old complaint. If there is any other medicine in the world that is able to enre indigestion and dyspepsia as Mother Seigel’s Syrup does it, why have I never heard of it. I have recommended the Syrup to other sufferers, and they have been more than pleased with it; and I write these hasty lines in hope the publication of them may come in the nick of time to be nsefnl to others still. Yours very truly (Signed) Thos. B. Staples. Oakwood, Ontario, February 25th, 1895.’ We need add but few words to Mr Staples’ intelligent and manly letter. The disease which aflLcted him attacks both sexes, all ages, and all classes and conditions of humanity. Neither youth nor strength is proof against it. It imitates other complaints, and so leads to fatal mistakes in treatment. If you are wise you will acquaint yourself with its character, as described in Mother Seigel’s almanac, and know what to do in time of need.