NOT EVEN IF IT COST TWENTY SHILLINGS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue IX, 21 August 1897, Page 282

NOT EVEN IF IT COST TWENTY SHILLINGS.

A notable percentage—about one-third, I think—of the power of a steam engine is used up in overcoming the friction of its awn parts. Hence inventors are constantly testing devices to reduce friction. Yet they can never overcome it; and the resistance created by it represents power (and henee 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. You have noticed great differences in your own vigour. Some days you work easily, and on others with difficulty. Thia is so whether yon 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 •jhe power to keep their minds clear and strong! Or body-workers for something that would prevent aching, weakness, and atigue ! Doi know what will do It! No, don’t. If I did I could retail the secret r 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. Goss and the friction he tried so long to overcome. Mr Goss 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 abont 1878. At that time he began to feel the signs of some disease which he could neither account for nor understand. At 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 sat down to his meals and couldn’t touch a morsel. Mr Goes knew that this would never do. If a man expects to live, he must eat. There are no two ways about that. So he ate more or lees—although not much—without the stimulus of an appetite ; he forced it down, ae you may eay. But this 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 ont of my mouth like vinegar. I had a horrible sensation at the stomach for which I was not able to find any relief. For nights together I conld 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. * In 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 Goes once said that if Seigel’s Syrup cost 20s a bottle he would not be without it in bis house. We can easily believe him. Considering what it did for him—and does for others—it would be cheap at any price. Yet, like plenty of things of the highest practical value, it costs but little. The reader can Imagine under what difficulty and friction Mr Goss must have done what work be did during those five yean’ 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 use of Mother Seigel’s great discovery.