One Taste is Enough.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue V, 2 February 1901, Page 195

One Taste is Enough.

The writer never had a taste of rheumatism but once—about four years ago it was—and it laid me up and made me groan for six weeks. And I am not praying for any more. 1 can get a heart-load now, just by thinking how it felt. But, oh, what a lot of folk catch it worse than I did. Here is Mrs. Annie Hill; she is one of them. Or rather she was; she is right enough in these days. Her idea of talking of it is to cheer some other sufferer, and show him the way out. And we thank her for that. It’s the proper feeling to have towards our fellow-travellers through this vale of tears —and pains. “Some eight or ten years ago,” says Mrs. Hill, “I was a perfect martyr to rheumatism and indigestion. As if they were not enough for one poor woman to bear, I often had frightful

pains in the chest, with weakness all over my body. It was awful, and I didn’t know what the end of it was going to be. Now and then I was completely prostrate. “We hunted everywhere for a cure, and I tried medicines, until the empty bottles in the house rattled wherever you put your hand out; all to no earthly good. We spent money and spoiled hopes, and that’s the story.

“At last I saw an advertisement of how Mother Seigel’s Syrup had cured a man of rheumatism and other ailments —just like mine. He told the tale himself, as I am telling this. I will try it—so I said to myself. “It acted splendidly, and I kept on with it until I was entirely well. It cured my rheumatism, my indigestion, and my liver complaint—all in a bunch. Sometimes I bought the Syrup by the half-dozen in order to get it a little cheaper.

“I am an old resident of this district, having lived here for the last fifty years. I am now seventy-five and in good health. I am known far and wide, my husband and sons being in the farming and dairy industries on a fairly large scale. I am never without a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup in the house. There are plenty of medicines in Australia, goodness knows; almost as thick as the rabbits used to be; but none, so far as I know, to compare with Mother Seigel’s Syrup.”—Mrs. Annie Hill, Kayuga, near Muswellbrook, N.S.W., Sept. 21st, 1899. Witness: A. Halpin. “I have known Mrs. Hill for eight years. Her testimony to the virtues of Mother Seigel’s Syrup can be implicitly relied upon. She is altogether incapable of making any statement that will not stand the closest investigation.”—C. J. Spratt, auctioneer for the Farmers’ Association.