A Timely Turn of the Helm.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIV, Issue 9, 4 March 1905, Page 12

A Timely Turn of the Helm.

A big ugly-looking rock protrudes from the surface of the sea. If our swift shijj strikes it we shall go to pieces. But the weather being fine, and the rock plainly visible, we do not strike it. By a small, timely turn of the helm the vessel’s course is changed a trifle, and we sweep past the threatening obstruction, which seems to glare at us like a vicious dog held back by a chain. And is it not better for us to avoid the rock than to be wrecked on it? Obviously. And is not the man who sees this rock and steers us away from it, philosophically speaking, more our friend than he who plunges in to save us from drowning? It surely looks that way, and blessed be the sharp-eyed fellow at the wheel who saves us through a timely turn of the rudder. Take one of the simplest and commonest illustrations in the world, in the very words of a woman who speaks for a host of others :—“Having been in failing health for a long period, my husband and myself thought that a change of air and surroundings might prove beneficial, and so, early in 1903, I went on a long visit to friends in the country. Our hopes, however, were not realised, and I returned in a far worse state than when I left home. In a few days I became so bad that I had to take to my bed. My condition was most serious, and T anticipated the worst. I was sick, ill. and suffering all over. My constitution appeared to be completely broken up. "At this crisis Nurse Wright was called in by my husband, who also intended to seek the services of a doctor. On the nurse’s strong recommendation, however, we decided to first try the effects of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and glad am 1 that we did so. I felt better after taking the first dose, and three bottles set me on my feet again. I am now quite well and able to attend to all my household affairs and domestic duties. I am truly thankful to Nurse Wright for introudcing Mother Seigel’s Syrup to me, as lam sure that it saved my life. It is a splendid medicine, and ought to find a place in every home.” Signed the 6th day of January, 1904, by Elizabeth Mitchell living in Railway Parade, Camberwell. near Melbourne. Mrs Mitchell was providentially steered from the rocks and shoals of suffering and pain by the timely turn of the helm that her pilot, Nurse Wright, gave to the situation, and you should remember the fact.