Up in the World.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIX, Issue I, 5 July 1902, Page 50

Up in the World.

When your enemy is down keep him down is the advice offered by those who regard the game of life only in its brutal aspect. It was reserved for -the twelve-year-old boy who afterwards became the first Duke of Wharton to adopt and put into practice the contrary opinion. The father of this young hopeful was a friend of Joseph Addison, the distinguished critic, and was anxious to secure his services as tutor for his son. With this view, Addison was invited to the Wharton country estate, where he was charmed by the engaging manners of his prospective pupil, who showed him over the place and proved a most intelligent guide. The little lord having one day taken Addison to a distant part of the estate to see some racehorses, upon coming to a very tall barred gate was greatly concerned at having forgotten to bring the key. “No matter,” said Addison, “ I can climb over it, I think,” and then with difficulty mounted to the top bar. At that moment the little lord whipped a key out of his pocket, opened the lock, and begun swinging the gate to and fro rapidly, keeping the stately Addison aloft in that ridiculous situation. “As you are to be my tutor,” said the boy, “I may as well make terms with you while I have you in my power,” and forthwith proceeded to extract various promises of lenient y from the critic before he would allow him to descend. Addison thought it better not to undertake the instruction of that youth. Now, whatever may be said of the policy of keeping your enemy “down”

or “up,” aa the case may be, the great difficulty usually is the getting of him into one or other of those positions. With regard to health, it is certainly easier to retain it unimpaired than to recover it when once it ia lost; but that cures are effected, even where the indications seem hopeless, the following case will prove. It is described by Mr Charles M. Morrison, of Arcade Buildings, High-street, Armadale, Victoria, under date January 9, 1902. “In 1887,” says Mr Morrison, “a fire broke out in the kitchen of the house I then occupiuf} in Melbourne. The flames burst forth with great fury, and threatened to speedily destroy the house and its contents. My wife was first to discover the fire, and she rushed forth to give the alarm. A neighbour’s Newfoundland dog. hearing her outcry and seeing her run, sprang at her and knocked her down. Fortunately, the fire was extinguished before it had time to reach the main building; but the shock of it, intensified by the attack of the dog, had a calamitous effect upon the health of my wife. She was completely prostrated by it, and brought as near to death as it is possible for any one to be and yet live. Her nervous system was entirely deranged. She was unable to sleep, and perceptibly wasted away day by day. But her most serious trouble was an inability to retain food. The small quantity which she forced herself to take nearly always occasioned vomiting and intense pain. In this pitiable condition my wife continued for years, notwithstanding that she was at various times under treatment of no less than five different doctors. None of them appeared to understand her case, and all their efforts to relieve her proved quite futile. One doctor suspected she was suffering from cancer of the stomach. He made a searching examination, and, as a result of his investigations, stated that though there was no cancer, the stomach was badly ulcerated. He thought her condition very precarious. However, he could do nothing for her, and we had quite lost faith in doctors and proprietary medicines when, a little over three years ago, a friend advised us to try Mother Siegel’s Curative Syrup. He was very persistent, and at last we obtained a bottle of it. My wife took it regularly. as prescribed, and soon began to benefit in health and strength. In a little while she was able to take ordinary food, and retain it without pain of inconvenience. She took Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup three times a day for three months, at the end'Df which time she was completely cured, and she has remained well ever since. At present she is quite plump, has lost the haggard look she once had, and is able to perform her household duties. Having got the enemy ‘down’ (‘or up’) by aid of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup' we intend to keep him in that position by the same means. We hope our experience may prove of benefit to others.”