Sly and Dangerous

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVII, Issue XXIII, 7 December 1901, Page 1100

Sly and Dangerous

It was not very long ago that Mr. George Monk thought his days were numbered. It was certainly a very’* depressing conclusion to arrive at. When a man is so cornered that he can neither fight i.or fly his courage dozes out of him like water from a squeezed sponge. Even the bravest swordsman is afraid of cold steel when his hands are lied behind him; and the sailor who has laughed : t hurricanes shivers with horror when he feels h'.s wrecked ship sinking under him on a smooth sea. The facts, as given by Mr. Monk in a letter dated January* 20th, 1900, and written at his home, Willowbank, Makara, New Zealand, arc these: — About eighteen ears ago he was troubled with occasional attacks of indigestion, which are more common among young persons than parents are apt to imagine, and lay up a store of mischief for the future. For of all the sly and subtle hings which are enemies to man this ailment is the most dangerous. Like the Red Indian it is both deadly and patient. It waits and it kills. In Mr. Monk’s case .he disease culminated in a condition which, he - The man who persuaded me to use Mother Seigel’s Syrup will always occupy a cosy nook in my heart. He had to do a. bit of talking. because I was like a fish that sees the hook through every piece of bail: 1 was afraid of, and disgusted wit. i. everything in papers or in bottles. So I kept on saying ‘no,’ and he kept on saying * do.’ But he stuck to his text, and I gave up. ‘Re quiet, ami I'll have a go with Mother Seigel’s,’ I told him. “ Before. 1 had finished the first bottle I was much better. and began to believe I m light pull through yet. In two words. I continued taking Seigel’s Syrup, and no other medicine, until the three empties on my shelf showed how far I had gone with it. “ Ami I had no further to go. I was a well man. and have since enjoyed better health than ever before in my life. “ I am the oldest settler in Makara. having resided here for over 41 y < ars, ami most’ of my neighbours can vouch for the truth of the statement I have made.’’ One of these, Mr. W. Trotter, writes that he knows Mr. Monk, and can testify to the facts as the latter has related them. say-, was a martrydoni. He was almost continually belching, the foul gas bring so rapidly produced in his stomach by the fermentation of the undigested and rotting food therein. When he rose from a sitting posture. or stooped for any reason, his head swam with giddiness. Dyspeptics fall in the street from this <*nuM». and the police tnd the doctors often think it drunkenness or apoplexy. “ My* stomach,” says Mr. Monk, “pained me severely, ami there was a feeling at my chest as though I enrirrd a great weight there. I becalm* so bad at length that I was obliged to give up all but th lightest work, ami 1 thought my days were numbered. “Of <*oiirse you will fake it for grant<*d that 1, and iny .Fiends on my behalf, made every effort to obtain relief. Kvervlx>dy who knew’ me had some sort of remedy to suggest. and many of them 1 actually tried; vet 1 grew worse in spite of them all. • •