Who Samuel Byrnes Is.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue XVII, 27 April 1901, Page 769

Who Samuel Byrnes Is.

The writer is glad to take the hand of Mr. Samuel Byrnes, and give it a hearty squeeze. That we are parted for the moment by ten thousand miles of seawater doesn’t count. May you live right along and prosper, Mr. Byrnes.

In this grumbling old world, more full of aehes and pains than an American watermelon is of black seeds, it is jolly to hear a man sing out, “I am first-class every way; and, as for my health, it couldn’t be better.”

This is great, especially when we understand what went before it. For several years Mr. Byrnes was in bad form. Dyspepsia it was, and a very nasty variety of that abominable complaint. He got but little sleep —so he writes—and was in pain most of the time. He called in the doctors, one after another, and asked them what he was to do.

They agreed on the main point, and they were right. Indigestion, liver disorder, and the nerve troubles which are thrown in as makeweights—the doctors said these things once got rid of, our friend would be all right. And they did their best to bring it to pass —these worthy men. They gave him drugs —the same, no doubt, that have been so often and so vainly given.

"After the doctors gave me up,” says Mr. Byrnes, “I tried everything I could think of, or others recommended to me. At first 1 felt sure 1 would come upon something helpful, but I never did, until somebody told me about Mother Seigel's Syrup. Even after reading what was printed in books and papers, as to the merits of this preparation, I still shook my head.

“ ‘Not likely to be any better than the rest,’ I said; ‘the chances are all against it.’ For you see, my heart

was. as you may say, down in my shoes, and 1 was not in a mood to take ho|»e from any testimony that eould be produced. “All the same. I began taking the Syrup; I don't know why. The good effect was almost immediate. 1 stopped easting up my food, and commenced to feel stronger and better. Without troubling you with the story of how 1 got on step by step. 1 will merely say that the medicine seemed to build me up, and put me together bit by bit, until 1 was sound and well as anv man wants to be.

“I have lived here sixty-one years, and many people in this neighbourhood know what I have said to be true, and were as much astonished at my recovery as I was myself. I am now seventy-one years of age, and hale and hearty. For this wonderful blessing I thank God and Mother Seigel’s Syrup. “As the reader looks at my signature and says, ‘Who is Samuel Byrnes?’ I present him my compliments, and reply that if we ever meet I shall be glad to tell him by word of mouth much more than I have written, and to testify all day long for the remedy that made me the man I am.”—Samuel Byrnes. Lemon Grove, Penrith. N.S.W., September Ist, 1899.