THBN IT WENT ON ALL RIGHT.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXII, Issue XII, 25 March 1899, Page 361

THBN IT WENT ON ALL RIGHT.

'l'he writer of the letter which 1 am going to copy for you in a moment has a complaint to make. Rather, perhaps, a complaint to place on record. as the reason for it is passed away for the present and she hopes—and we hope with her—that it may not return. The complaint does not refer to any relative, friend, or foe, but to her own heart. It did not work well. It was weak, and for a long time she was unable to find means to make it do better. Which was a serious matter, inasmuch as the vigour of the circulation of the blood always depends upon the force wl erewith the heart drives it.

Still, it sums to me we ought to be a hit indulgent towards the heart in view of the labour it has to perforin. Remember that it never takes a full minute’s rest at one time, night or day, from the instant it begins at your birth until, like a muffled drum, it stops for good and all—life's funeral march to the grave being over. During all this while, ten years or a hundred, the heart has got to keep on Dumping blood through your body at the rate of from 130 strokes a minute in childhood to 50 or 6“ in old age If you happen to have a mechanical turn of mind, it may interest you t > figure out how much this stands for in units of horse-power for a given case and time. If not, you can take my word for it that, merely as a machine, the heart deserves your respect. So long as it goes ahead steadily, up hill and down dale, hammering away softly but strongly, you haven’t a word to say for or against it: but when it begins to get weak, maybe skipping a stitch now and then, you call in the doctor, who puts the tip of his finger just below the base of your left thumb, looks wise and solemn (as befits the occasion), and says. ‘Ah, yes, yes: I see, I see.' I hit what does’ he see? He doesn’t tell you that; he leaves medicine, and mentions when he will look in again.

But as to the letter T spoke of. ‘For many years,’ the lady says. ‘1 suffered from indigestion and weak heart. Very little exertion made me feel weary and tired. Cold, clammy sv eats broke over me. 1 had a poor appetite. and after meals an aching pain at the chest and a miserable sinking feeling at the stomach. T had ; Iso much pain at the left side, and my heart would flutter so as to frighten me. At length T became so weak I was barely able to get about, being no longer able to do my ho ’sework. ‘('wing to the trouble at my heart I obtained no proper rest at n’ght. and often walked about my bedroom at night. Many times these attacks were so bad I thought I was dying. During the day a sense of sulT» cation sometimes came upon me and I was obliged to go to the door for fresh air.

‘Year after year 1 suffered like this: now a little better, now as bad as T could be. In November. 1887. while on a visit to Croydon, my son-in-law persuaded me to try Mother Seigel's Syrup. He got me a bottle, and after taking it I experienced great relief. The pain at my heart was easier and I felt better as a whole. I could eat well and the food agreed with •' e. •1 now felt encouraged to continue using this remedy. Soon I was in better health than for years, the heart trouble having disappeared altogether. Since that time when I feel anything ailing me a few doses of Mother Seigel's Syrup never foil to give the desired rel.el. I have told many Iversons of the benefit I have derived from it. and hereby consent to your publishing this statement should you ish to do so.' (Signed) (Mrs) Wiliam Harrington, near Wick ford Hill. Clare. Suffolk. November 12th. 1897. Now what ailed Mrs Harrington's heart? Why. precisely the* same things that ailed her lungs, her nerves and her muscles weakness. Theicin she is rigid. 11 was a weak heart. I ut not a diseased heart. 'l’he heart is a muscle, and (seeing the prodigious 10l of work it has to do) ncccssarilx a strong active intiscle. But it will not work without pay an\ more than you or I will. Willi all the rest of the body it has got Io be sustained and strengthened by food. Here we have the point, then. The Indv was afflicted with chronic indigestion. For this reason her whole

body grew weak—the heart, of course, with other parts of the engine. Hence all the symptoms she names. Her immense all-round weakness and I uller-down is that same old dyspepsia. When Mother Seigel's Syrup made the digestion of plenty of food p »ss ible. the heart went on all right, like a newly wound clock.