A REMARKABLE CASE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVI, Issue 6, 1 June 1888, Page 31

A REMARKABLE CASE.

Under the abore heading tha Donoaster Reporter of July 6, 1887 publishes the following in its editorial columns :—: —

Our readers may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Richold, falling insensible on the Wheately Lane in this town some time ago, and being picked up, as he continued perfectly helpless, and taken in a cab by two gentlemen to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq., the solicitor who employed him. On restoring him to consciousness it was ascertained that he was afflicted with what seemed to be an incurable disease. When he was able to speak he said he had been to his dinner and was on his way back to hi a work, when suddenly his head was in a whirl, and he fell in the st t eet like a man who is knocked dowD. On coming to his senses in he solicitor's office, he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a very dreadful thing for a poor man with a family to care for.

With this in his mind he at once sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how he had been attacked. They questioned him and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system, resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dyspepsia of a chronic nature. This in torn had been caused by confinement to his desk and grief at the loss of dear friends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, as described by Mr. Richold, must be of interest both to sick and well. He had noticed for several yearß previously, in fact, that his eyes and face began to have a yellow look, there was a sticky and unpleasant slime on the gums and teeth in the morning ; the tongue coated ; and the bowels so bound and costive that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment— the piles. He says there was some pain in the sides and back, and a sense of fullness on the right side, as though the liver was enlarging, which proved to be the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing.

These things had troubled Mr. Richold a long time, and after his fall in the street, he clearly perceived that the fit of giddiness was nothing more than the steady and deadly advance of the complaint, which began in indigestion and dyspepsia. His story of how he went from one physician to another in search of a cure, that his wife and little ones might not come to want, is very pathetic and touching. Finally he became too ill to keep his situation and bad to give it up. This was a sad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be able to live. But God raised up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-on-the-Naze, but neither the change, nor the physicians who treated him there, did any good. All being without avail, he visited London, with a sort of vague hope that some advantage might happen to him in the metropolis. This was in October, 1885.

How wonderful, indeed, are the ways of Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes, and then helps us when we least expect it.

While in London he stated his condition to a friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine which he called Mother SeigeVs Owrativo Syrup, saying it was genuine and honest and often cured when everything else failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist in Pimlico, and began using it according to the directions, He did this withou faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his suprise and pleasure, when, after taking a few doses he felt great relief. He could eat better ; bis food distressed him less ; the symptoms we have named abated ; ths dark spots that floated before his eyes like smut of soot gradually disappeared, and his strength increased. Before this time his knees would knock together whenever he tried to walk So encouraged was he now, that he kept on using Mother Seigele Cv/rative Syrup, until it ended in completely curing him.

In speaking of his wonderful recovery, Mr. Richold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on his island in the sea ; and added, " But for Moth c Siegel's Curative Syrup, the graßS would now be growing over my grave."

Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth of all the statements in this most remarkable case, as Mr. Richold (now residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton -on- the-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most respectable families in the beautiful village of Long Melford, Suffolk, and his personal character is attested by so high an authority as the Rev.C. J. Martyn, rector of that parish, besides other excellent names. We have deemed the case of such importance to the public as to justify us in giving this short account of it in our columns.