HAPPIEST OF ALL.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue XXII, 30 May 1896, Page 641

HAPPIEST OF ALL.

There is no time in the twenty four hours when one ought to feel so thoroughly satis tied and content as immediately after a good, hearty meal. And all healthy persons do feel so. The body’s demands have been met, and we are easy and comfortable, as though we bad paid off an old debt and had money left. We are accessible, humane, and good-natured. Then, it ever, we will grants request without grumbling. ‘ True benevolence,’ says a crusty old friend of mine, *is located in a capable stomach recently filled.’ Yes, but what of the incapable stomachs, of which there are so many ?—stomachs that disappoint and plague their owners, till the act of feeding, so delightful to others, becomes an act to avoid the necessity of which they are almost willing to die ? Ab, that is quite another thing. These poor souls are those who say, as Miss Wallace says in this letter of bers, * I was no longer to be counted among those who have pleasure in eating. Far from it. As for me, I was afraid to eat. I felt the need of food, of course—the weakness and sinking that accompanied abstinence—bnt what was I to do? The moment I ate, my distress and pain commenced. No matter how light the repast wßs, nor how careful I was not to hurry in taking it, the result was the same. The distress and gnawing pains followed, with discomfort in the chest, and a sense of choking, as if some bits of food had lodged there and were irritating me. * So objectionable and repugnant to me, was the act of eating that for days together I didn’t touch a morsel of solid food, subsisting entirely on milk and soda water. Owing to this enforced lack of nourishment I got extremely weak, and about as thin as I could be. I must not forget to say that this happened to me, or rather, it began to happen in July. 1886, when I was living at Wellington, in Shropshire. It came on, as you may say, gradually aud not with any sudden or acute symptoms. I found myself low, languid and tired. Then came the failure of my appetite and the other things I have named. * I took the usnal medicines for indigestion, but they had no good effect. After six months’ experience of this kind of misery I read in a book about Mother Seigel’s Syrup as a remedy for this disease, and got a bottle from Mr Bates, the chemist, in Wellington. Having used it a few days I felt great relief, and when I bad consumed two bottles I was entirely well. Since then I have heartily commended Mother Seigel’s Syrup to many friends, who have invariably been cured, as I was. You have my permission to publish my letter, if you desire to do so. (Signed) Minnie Wallace, Nurse, The Union Workhouse, Oldham, February 22nd, 1895. In a commication dated January Bth, 1895, Mrs Henrietta McCallam, of 40, Downfield Road, Walthamstow, near London, states that her daughter Emma fell ill in the spring of 1886 with the same symptoms described by Miss Wallace. She craved food, yet, when io was placed before her, she turned from it almost with loath ing. ‘As time went on,’ so runs the mother’s letter, ‘ my daughter became so weak she could hardly walk. Neither home medicines nor those of the doctors did any good. Her sufferings continued for over eight years. * In June, 1894, she. began taking Mother Seigel’s Syrup, of which we had just read in a little book that was left at the bouse. In a week she was better, and in less than two months she was enjoying better health than ever before. She has since ailed nothing, and can eat any kind of food. (Signed) (Mrs) Henrietta McCallam.

‘ Happy,’ sings Homer ‘ were they who fell under the high walls of Troy.’ Happier are they who have never fallen under the crushing weight of indigestion or dyspepsia. Happiest, perhaps, of all, are they who have been lifted up by Mother Siegel’s remedy and placed where once again they can eat, diink, and be merry. And if all these could be gathered together they would make a greater host than the Greek post ever dreamed of.

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