ONE WOMAN'S NERVES.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XIX, Issue 13, 26 December 1890, Page 7

ONE WOMAN'S NERVES.

Looking backward to a certain lonely and unhappy tim?, a Udy Bays :—: —

'• I dragged on on this miserable condition for years, until I got tired of doctoriag and taking stuff that did me no good. One physician attended me for eighteen months, giving me but little relief.

" I slept only in a broken faßhioo, and arose in the morning very little the better for having gone to bed. There was often sevpre pain in my head and over my eyes, and an almost consta t sense of sickaess, Tbe skin gradually got dry and yellow, the region of the stomach and bowels felt cold and dead, and the natural energy and warmth appeared to be ebbing out of me like the water out of a river at low tide.

" In Juq<*, 1889, whilst living atMoredowo, Bournemouth, I had a worse attack than any I had before. I was taken with a feeling of cramp, as if pins and needles were running into me, all over my body. I could not move, and had to lie helpless in bed. The doctor was sent for, and a< tended me every day, but did not seem to know what to make of my case. la fact, he was pnzzled, and finally said, ' I don't really know what your complaint is. 1

" I trembled and shook and felt as if I should fall to pieces. I was first hot and then cold, and so dreadfully nervous I could not bear any one in tbe room with me, and yet I did not wish them far away in case I should call out for help. Every time one of these spasms came on I said to myself, I am sure I shall never get up again.'

" I took nothing but liquid food, and yet could not retain even that on my stomach. By this time I was nothing but skin and bone. My le?s went clammy, as if I had no blood left in me. My memory completely failed. I never expected to recover, and that was the opinion of my friends. After they had called to see me they would go away saying, ' She will never get batter. 1 My head ached so dreadfully I thought I should lose my senses.

'• I hai giveu up a'l hope, when one day my friend Mra. West, of Bournemouth, called and asked what I was taking. I said, ' Ob, I'm tired of taking things ; it's no use ; I shall die.' Then she told me she was once ill much as 1 was, and was cured by Mother Seigel'a Curative Syrup. ' Well,' I said, ' I'll try it if you will send for it.' She did so, and I seemed to feel better on taking the first dose, and after three days I was able to walk across the room, and by tbe end of the week I went down stairs. Now lam well as ever. All my nervousQess has left me, and I can eat and digest my food without feeling any distress.

" I want to say finally, that I knew about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and should have tried it years before if certain acquaintances haan't said, 'Oh, dont take it, for it will do you no good,' They Baid that because it was advertised, not because they knew for themselves. It was bad advice for me, and cost me years of torture. From what I have said — wbica is but part of my story — the people m..y infer what I think of this remedy. I thank God that I did resort to it at last before it was too late." (Signed) Mrs. Jane Foster, Darracott Road, Poke6down, Bournemouth, |Haats. Marco, 1890.

It is only necessary to add that the malady from which Mrs. Foßter suffered was indigestion, dyapepßia, and nervous prostration. Brought on originally by grief and shock at her husband's suddeo and violent death, her system did not rally until Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup removed tbe torpor of the digestive organs, and thus enriched the blood and fed the nerves. It always has this effect in like cases. We can only regret that she foolishly procrastinated in the matter of using it. Her statement of facts may be relied upon, as the case has been thoroughly and impartially investigated.