NOT EVEN IF IT COST TWENTY SHILLINGS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue VIII, 14 August 1897, Page 250

NOT EVEN IF IT COST TWENTY SHILLINGS.

A notablb percentage—about one-third, I think—of the power of a steam engine is need op in overcoming the friction of its own parts. Henee inventors are constantly testing devices to reduce friction. Yet they can never overcome it; and the resistance created by it represents power (and hence expense also) absolutely lost. Now the human body is a machine propelled by heat, exactly as an engine is; and anything that retards it may be considered as friction. Very good, then. Yon have noticed great differences in yonr own vigonr. Some days yon work easily, and on others with difficulty. This ia so whether you are chiefly a muscleworker or a brain-worker ; or a mixture of both—as most people are. Occasionally you are able to do more work in a day than at other times you can do in three. It is the odds between walking on smooth, hard level ground and dragging yourself uphill through wet clay. What wouldn't lawyers, authors, clergymen, and all other brain-workers give for something having the power to keep their minds clear ana strong? Or body-workers for something that would prevent aching, weakness, and fatigue! Do I know what will do it ? No, I don’t. If I did I could retail the secret for more money than is stowed away in the Bank of England. But Ido know one thing, and will tell it you in a minute—for nothing. First, however, we will talk of Mr J. B. Goes and the friction he tried so long to overcome. Mr Goes is a large farmer living at Stradsett, near Downham Market, Norfolk, and is well known in his district. When the farmers meet on market days he often speaks of his experience and how he came out of it. In order to cover it all he has to go back fifteen years—to about 1878. At that time he began to feel the signs of some disease which he could neither account for nor understand. Ab first he merely realised that he was out of condition. His work became less and less a pleasure and more and more a task. From his business his thoughts turned upon himself, and no man can work well in that form. Then he and his victuals began to disagree, which is a state of things to make a man ask what can the reason be ? He had a well-provided table, of course ; yet he often sab down bo hie meals and conldn’b bonch a morsel. Mr Goss knew that this would never do. If a man expects to live, be must eat. There are no two ways about that. So he ate more or less—although not much—without the stimulus of an appetite ; he forced it down, as you may say. Bub thia wouldn’t do either. When the stomach goes on strike it can’t be whipped into working before the question at issue is properly settled. Thus it ended in his having great pain and tightness at his sides and chest. * I was constantly belching up a sour fluid,’ he says, which ran out of my mouth like vinegar. I bad a horrible sensation at the stomach for which I was not able to find any relief. For nights together I could get no sleep : and in this general condition I continued for jive years, no medicine or medical treatment doing more than to abate some of the worst symptoms for the time being. *ln the early part of 1883 I heard of a medicine which was said to do good in cases like mine. Whether it would help me of course I had no idea. After so many things have failed, one naturally has no faith in a new one. Yet I got a supply and began with it. In a short time it was plain that I had come upon the real remedy at last. My food agreed with me, and soon all pain and distress gradually left me. Since then (now ten years ago) I have kept in the best of health. If I, or any of my family ail anything, a dose of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup—the medicine that cured me—soon sets us right. We have no need of a doctor. (Signed) J. B. Goss, March 24th, 1893.’ Mr Gosa once said that if Seigel’s Syrup cost 20s a bottle he wonld not be without it in his house. We can easily believe him. Considering what it did for him—and does for others—it wonld be cheap ab any price. Yeb, like plenty of things of the highest practical valne, it costs but little. The reader can imagine under what difficulty and friction Mr Goes must have done what work be did during those five years’ suffering with indigestion and dyspepsia This then, we know, tha* life’s friction and loss of power comes chiefly from that single disease, and that ease arises from the nse of Mother Seigel’s great discovery.