PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE,

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XIX, Issue 3, 17 October 1890, Page 31

PEOPLE BOUND TO THE STAKE,

The great majority of people have to work for a living with hands or head or both. Very well. To make our living we must be able to labour so many hours in a day, days in a week, weeks in a year.— Very good again. But suppose we nach had an enemy who possessed the power to tie us up with a rope when he pleasei. To-day he ties only the left arm, to-morrow the right, the next day a leg, and bo on. Once in a while he ties us to our beds and keeps us there a week. How mnch would he cost us in hard cash in a year 1 and how much would it be worth to us if we could chain him to a rock or hang him with his own rope 1 Let us have a rough illustration or two. A man was working on the Midland Railway as a signal-man. — We all know what the position is, and have some idea of the labour and responsibility. Well, ha kept at it for several years, never missing a day. He knew his business, nobody better, and nothing went wrong on his section of the line ; but by-and-bye his enemy began to tie him up. Somehow ne couldn't eat with a relish any more ; when he tried be was taken with such a distress it took all the life out of him, Then he would have times whtn he was bo giddy that everything went round and round like a whirligig. If this had happened when be had a signal to set, a collision might have come of it : happily it did not. Other ropes were tied around him : he had pains in tne chest and sides, his bowels became costive, tongua coated, bad taste in his mouth, heartburn, weakness etc. The doctors BOd be would have to give up bis situation ; but he couldn't. There were his wife and children to be looked out for, and only his earnings to do it with. But finally he broke down altogether, and was laid up for weeks, unconscious part of the time. Then, we may say, he was tied hand and foot. Hia enemy had him fast, and came nigh killing him. One day, after the doctors had given him np, his mind wae clear, and he remembered a medicine — half tha bottle full — he had bidden away in a locker in tbe signal box and forgotten all about it. He sent for it and took a dose. In less than a month he was a well man ; the ropes were all cut away. If you write to him (Andrew Agge, Culgaith, Cumberland) he will tell you this medicine was Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and his ailment was indigestion and dyspepsia. But, whilst he was ill with it, he might as well — yes better— have been tied to a stahe. There are iots of caser of this Bort all over England — all over the world. A few of them we hear of ; millions of them we never hear of. Sometimes it is heart disease ; sometimes rheumatism ; sometimer consumption ; sometimes geueral debility ; sometimes kidney and bladder complaint ; sometimes nervous prostration ; sometimes liver disorder. That is, the doctors call it by all these hard names, but at bottom it is indigestion and dyspepsia, and all these other socalled diseases are just tokens and symptoms of that — neither more nor less. If a man never had any trouble viith his stomach, he might live for ever, for aught we can tell. Yet how, in mercy's name can a man or woman work with death and corruption inside of the body — with the stomach full of decaying food, sending poison through the blood to every joint, muscle, and nerve ? This is what dyspepsia does. Indigestion is a slow but sure poison, just as taking so many grains of arsenic every day would be. Here is another case, that of a railway fireman, who writes from Hurlford. He says : " I have been a sufferer from indigestion and dyspepsia for three years ; I tried several doctors, but got worse all tha time. At last I went to a chemist and he promised to cure me in a week or two. He sold me three very expensive boitleß of medicine, and all the effect I felt from it was the loss of my money. Then I got hold of a bottle of Mother Seigel's Syrup, and was better almost at once. How sorry lam I didn't use it years ago 1 " We can give this man's name if you care to have it. He didn't want it printed. But he was as good as tied up for a long while. Illness is a strong rope. Heae is one more illustration. Mr. R. B. Hopton, of Long Weston, says : "I am sixty-eight years old. Mother Seigel's Syrup has not quite made me a young man again, but it has cured me of asthma, nervous prostration, and a throat ailment arising from impure blood. I was too ill to labour, yet can now do my work, thanks to that great remedy. You may publish the fact. The whole complication came first from indigestion." And this is the way people are bound until Mother Seigel's Curtive Syrup sets them free