The East and the West.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIII, Issue XVI, 15 October 1904, Page 13

The East and the West.

Tn the days wlieu we imbibed wisdom from a governess, we were first informed that the East and West are opposite*. The statement is true in more ways than regarding the compass. Of mighty London, the East is synonymous with poverty, toil, and squalor; the West, with wealth, leisure, and splendour. Of the world, the East stands for apathy and stolid contentment; the West, for restless energy, an unceasing striving for better things. TheMahomincdaii merchant of Bombay or Lahore sits cross legged in the bazaar, dreamily smoking a pipe some three feet long, his goods heaped promiscuously around him. and will scarce raise his eyelids when spoken to by a probable customer. The merchant of Melbourne or Sydney sits in his office, surrounded by telephones, by aid of which he is, in effect, present in all his departments at once, while the cables keep him in constant touch with his agents scattered throughout, the world. The Man of the East and the Man of the West are as unlike as a burnt-out crater and an active volcano. “Hussein AU is dead,” said a Chicago man to the American Consul at a Turkish port. “You don’t, say so!” exclaimed the Consul; and presently added: “Well, I guess it makes very little difference to him.”

When a man of the Anglo-Saxon race is notably deficient in energy, it is a thousand to. one ill-health is at the root of it. He is not apathetic from conviction, but because he can’t help it. ’Tis the same with a woman. Listen for a moment to this, written by Mrs M. J. Clark, of 68, Hutt Street, Adelaide. S.A.. 22nd February, 1004. “Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup has made such a blessed change in my life that I cannot speak too highly of it. For years 1 was in a low state of health—thin. weak, pallid, utterly without energy. I had no appetite, and suffered extremely from indigestion am! flatulency. Doctor after doctor exerted his skill upon me. and many medicines were recommended to me and faithfully tried. But all my efforts were barren of good results until a relative brought mo a bottle of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. After so many disappointments I hail little faith in it, and was therefore very agreeably surprised to find, after taking a few doses, that it. was doing mo much good. Thus encouraged, I continued to use the Syrup until I had taken fivo bottles of it, by which time I was perfectly well. That was ten years ago, when I was living at Edwardstown, a few miles from Adelaide; and I have remained well from that day to this.” It is a prominent characteristic of the dominant race, that it is only patient, under such physical sufferings as cannot be removed. Thanks to modern science, suffering that can be so described grow* less with every year.