IN A THIRD-CLASS CARRIAGE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXI, Issue V, 30 July 1898, Page 156

IN A THIRD-CLASS CARRIAGE.

Early in February of this year (1894) 1 was travelling in a third-class carriage in the neighbourhod of Glasgow. At a station two women entered the compartment in which 1 was seated. One was a girl, gaudily dressed; the other a typical working woman. She had no hat or bonnet, and wore a stuff petticoat, with a shawl wrapped round her. She. was the picture of rude, robust health.

The girl asked how her companion was, remarking that she had heard she had been far from well.

"Deed, but 1 was,’ responded the elder woman, ‘I thocht I was at deith’s door.’

‘Ah say, what like was the matter wi’ ye?’

‘I cud dae nae work; if I tried to wash the floor I got sicean a heart heatin’, and my stomach fair turned at the sicht o’ food. I went to three doctors, one after anither, and they gae me bottles and bottles, but it didna help me ana till a frien’ tellt me to try Mother Seigel's Syrup. Wumnn, in a week I was better and fin 1 had ta’en it a month I was a' richt and could eat and work well as

Then they went, on talking of other subjects. Go where one may he. is likely to hear some good said about Mother Seigel and what is done by her famous medicine. Sometimes it is in the form of a bit of passing talk like the one quoted above.; and again it takes the shape of letters, fragrant with gratitude for health regained. Here, is one. We hope many suffering women will see it and read it.

‘ln August, 1892,’ says the writer, ‘I began to feel low, weak, and ailing. My appetite was bad, and what little 1 ate gave me. much pain at the chest. I was constantly spitting up a clear fluid like water, and I heaved and strained a good deal. At the pit of my stomach there was a gnawing feeling, and there seemed to be a hard lump formed in my abdomen. In any case I suffered much from pain in that region.

‘My breathing got to be very bad, and 1 wheezed as if the windpipe were

clogged and stop|>ed up. 1 had a hacking cough which gave me but little rest day or night, and 1 was troubled with night sweats. The pillow my head had lain on would be wet in the morning.

‘ln two or three weeks after the time 1 was taken, I was no longer able to take solid food, or indeed food of any kind. I lived for two months on milk, lime water, brandy and the like. During that time I lay helpless in bed. ‘Often I would have fainting fits, and had to be lifted up and supported in bed. I was now so weak that my friends feared there was no hope for me. and 1 was anointed by the priest. I had a doctor attending me, but he was not successful in giving me any real relief.

Tn the following November, although very ill and low, I was able at times to read a little, and then it was that I read one day about Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and the wonders it had done for others. I sent for it, and less than half a bottle made me feel better. I had a trifle more ap]>etite and could eat a little and retain it. So I went on with the Syrup, and when I had used four bottles the cough and all the other troubles left me, and soon I was well and strong as before. You are at liberty to publish my letter if you desire, for the good of others who may suffer as I did without knowing where to look for a cure. (Signed) Mrs Honoria Brennan, 42 Great Britain-street, Cork, March 17th, 1894.'

A good letter, a cheering letter, dated on St. Patrick’s Day, too. A great thing to be rid of snakes, but a greater thing to lie rid of indigestion and dyspepsia—more poisonous than any reptile that ever crawled. And that was the dreadful ailment which gave Mrs Brennan three months of suffering; the ailment that the Scotch women talked of in the train; the ailment that inflicts more pain and fills up more graves than all the other ailments on earth put together.

And yet Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup cures it as fast as people hear of it and take it. That’s why we keep telling about it, and printing what everybody tells about it over and over.

Nagging and Drink.—The Bishop of Melbourne, who presided at a recent meeting of the Church of England Temperance Society, said that he had been deeply impressed with a story told in the police court the other day by a man, who said, ‘She nags and I drink.’ That was the history of multitudes of drunkards. The ‘she’ did not know' how to make home a comfort; how to produce the sweet silvery voice when the ‘he’ came back from his day’s work. She did not make the home attractive, and he had to seek attractions elsewhere—too often at the publichouse. It seemed to him that every branch of the girls’ friendly societies, of which the church had many, ought to work in the direction of happy homes; that the girls should be taught kind, gentle, and persuasive ways, so that when it should fall to their lot to have homes their husbands might delight to come to them when the day’s work was ended —-not to be nagged at, but to be smiled at. It had been said that many girls were more busy in making nets than in making cages —once they had caught the men they did not know how to keep them. There was a great deal in a wife’s manner on approaching a man. There was a great deal in. the voice and in the mode of introducing a subject. As much as possible should be done to teach wives how to make good homes; how to be attractive, kind, and gentle to their husbands; and this, he thought, should be one of the aims of the Church of England Temperance Society.

A Good Old Ship.—ls there a single iron ship in active employment which is over fifty years old ? asks the ‘Nautical Magazine.’ We doubt it, bud, there are many wooden ones greatly exceeding that age. The schooner Hannah, which recently ran ashore on the Norfolk coast and now lies abandoned off Winterton, was constructed entirely of wood in the year 1793. During the greater part of a century this craft has been employed as a collier on the North Sea and along one of the most dangerous coasts known to seamen. What she did before being consigned to the coal trade is not known, but doubtless her work was hard and her risks manifold, for

she has been a coaster all her life, which has at length ended after a remarkable career of 104 years. She is a striking proof not only of the endurance of good wood, but of the faithfulness of her builders and the skill of a past generation of seamen, who successfully threaded their way amongst the rocks and shoals of these islands before the days of examinations or certificates.—R.l.P.