THEY DON’T WATCH THE POT.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue XXII, 20 November 1897, Page 697

THEY DON’T WATCH THE POT.

A watched pot never boils, and a watched clock never goes. Nothing is quiek enough for impatience. Minutes, hours, and days are mere words after all. We are happy —a day is but an hour. We are miserable—an hour is a day. From the summer of 1890 to the autumn of 1892 wasn’t long to contented and busy people; but to Mrs Annie Dutton it seemed like one of those tremendous geologic periods that the learned men talk about. For it was measured by weary heart-beats and footsteps taken in pain. Her trouble began as it begins with an uncounted multitude of women—the tired and languid feeling, the disgust with food, the distress after eating, the coated tongue, the grinding pain at the pit of the stomach, the nausea and vomiting of acid fluids, etc. —a dreary list. Writing of her experience recently, she says: ‘After a time 1 had so much distress that I never wanted anything to eat; the very sight of it made me sick. Night after night came, bringing sleep to others, but not to me. I was low, miserable, and worn out, and would sit for hours all alone, wishing for no company. And then, so nervous. Why, the slightest noise startled me. ‘Two terrible years of this I was dragged through. In that time I lost four stone in weight, growing continually weaker. 1 consulted doctor after doctor, but they were not able to do me any real good. I tried change of air, yet was disappointed in my hope of' any advantage from it. I only lost ground, and became more and more feeble. ‘Then came unexpected help. In September, 1892, a neighbour of mine told me of the good Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup had done for her, and urged me to try it. I had heard this medicine well spoken of for years; still T had no faith that it would benefit me in mv condition. However, my husband got me the Syrup from Derby, and after I had taken it a few days I felt better. I could eat once more, and my food agreed with me. After T had used three bottles I was a new woman. I was well; and I have been in good health ever since. Now T recommend the Syrup to all our customers and friends, and so does my husband. —Yours truly (Signed) Annie Dutton, Nottingham Road, Borrowash, near Derbv, October 6th, 1893.’ As to the opening symptoms, the narrative of Mrs Susannah Durose is identical with that of Mrs Dutton, so we need not repeat them. ‘Tn October, 1890,’ says Mrs Durose, ‘I read about Mother Seigel’s Syrup in a little, book. I" got a bottle, and after taking it a short time I was well as ever, although I am 78 years old. My daughter, who suffered from weakness and neuralgia, took the Syrup with great benefit. I know many others who have been cured by it after all other means had failed. — Yours truly (Signed) Susannah Durose, Hawthorn Cottage, Borrowash. near Derby, October 6th, 1893.’ The. latter lady would be called very old, as she is 78; and, as lives average nowadays, she is old. Few of us, perhaps none, have any hope of living as long as she has. Why not? ‘The days of our years are three score years and ten,’ says David. But most of the race faii to reach 70, while many exceed it. There is no law. no edict, on the subject. We are each entitled to live as long as we ean. and to be as happy as we can; and both depend (accidents excepted) on health: and health means the continued natural action of the digestive process. * And that Mother Seigel’s Curative Svmp promotes that a host of .witnesses in Fngland alone have testified.