WHAT IS THAT ONE THING ?

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVII, Issue I, 4 July 1896, Page 28

WHAT IS THAT ONE THING ?

It seems like an absurdity, yet it is true all the same. I mean that you might have a cellar full of wood and eoul and still shiver with cold ; and you would if it were not for one thing. ■ Oh, that ia so obvious,’ you may say. *lt was hardly worth while to hint at it. Anybody can see it with his eyes shut.’ AU the better for me then ; I shan't have to explain. And by the same sharpness you will be able to pick out the important point in two short letters I am about to copy for you. The first runs thus : * In December, 1890, my daughter (Mrs M. J. Muther) got into a low, weak, nervous condition. Do what she eould she could not get up her strength. Gradually she wasted away until everyone thought she was in a decline, and had not long to live. In fact, she was so low and dejected she did not care whether she lived or not. She was nnder a doctor for six months, but his medicines did her no good. My husband then said, “ My daughter, I will now see what I can do for you.’’ What he meant was that he would have her take a medicine called Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup ” He had used it himself when he was ill, and thought that it might prove as beneficial to her as it had to him. * Mrs Muther said she was willing to try the Syrup, although she had little or no faith in its helping one as bad as she was. For if she really had consumption we know there is no cure for that. My husband, however, got a bottle from Mr Hulme, the chemist in Rochdale Road, and my daughter began taking it. After the first bottle we saw a great improvement. She eould eat, and the food caused her no pain. She continued with this remedy, and gradually gained strength, but it took some time to bring her round, she was so very low and weak. After a time she was able to get about, and never looked behind her. Since then she has been strong and well. We have told many persons how Mother Seigel's Syrup restored her to sound health, and are willing you should publish this statement of the facts. (Signed) (Mrs) Margaret Watson, 11, Ruby-street, Bury, October 8:h, 1895.’ * In March, 1893,’ says the second letter, * I began tn fail in health. I could not say exactly what ailed me. I felt low, weak, and tired, and had no strength for anything. My appetite fell away, and what little food I ate gave me great pain at the chest and side. My hands and feet were cold, and nearly all the colour left me. I was often in so great pain I could hardly do any work. I was frequently sick, and could keep no sort of food down. * I got weaker and weaker, in spite of all that- was done, and had to be off my work for seventeen weeks. In this way I went on until November of the same year—lB93. Then I happened to read about Mother Seigel’s Syrup and what it had done for others suffering like me. I got a bottle of this medicine from Mr W. Heywood, grocer, in Oldham Road, and after taking only the half of it I felt much better. I could eat without pain, and was stronger and brighter every way. When I had finished the bottle I was quite cured, and have had no return of the complaint since. I have told many others about what the Syrup did for me, and out of thankfulness I am willing my letter should be made public. (Signed) Miss Lydia E. Morton, 1, Greaves-street, Middleton Junction, near Manchester, October 10th, 1895.’ Both these ladies say that they were very weak, and that their food—of which they could take but little—did them no good. In the midst of plenty they were actually starving. So much wasted was one of them that it was believed she bad consumption. The event showed that they both suffered from dyspepsia, and nothing else. But that was quite enough ; and besides it often runs into consumption and other fatal maladies. By setting the stomach right Mother Seigel’s Syrup fully cured them both.

Coals and wood are useless without means to light a fire ; and bread and meat are as nothing unless we can digest them and make them part of our flesh and bone. That is easy to see and important to remember. And it is its power to help nature worn this transformation that makes Mother Seigel’s Syrup so wonderful a remedy.

PARDOXICAL. * Tis hard to be poor.* sang rhe poet. As his mantle about bin he furled So he sang, but well did he know it Is the easiest thing in the world.

Nell : Chollie told me last night be thought my face would stop an angel in its Sight. Belle : Don’t you think you’d better practise on a clock first, my dear ?

Nervous Passenger (on steamehip that has run aground) : What on earth is the matter with this ehip? Captain (sorrowfully) : That's juet it.

Dashaway: I have an idea that Mrs High toner has asked me to dinner in order to fill up. Cleverton : That's what we are all going for, old man.