ONE WOMAN'S NERVES.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XIX, Issue 15, 9 January 1891, Page 7

ONE WOMAN'S NERVES.

Looking backward to a certain lonely and unhappy time, a lady •ayß : — '• I dragsei on on this miserable condition for years, until I got tireJ of doctoring and taking stuff rhat did me no good. One physician attejded me for eighteen months, giving me but little relief. " X sle t )t only in a broken fashion, and arose in the morning very little the better for hiviag gone to bed. Tnere was often severe paia in my hea 1 and over my eyes, and an almost consta t sense of sickness. Toe skin gradually got dry and yellow, the region of the stomich 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 Jun •, 1889, whilst living at Moredown, Bournemouth, I had a worse attack than any I had before. I was taken with a feeling of cramp, as if pins and n»edles were running into me, all over my body. I could not move, and had to lie helpless in bed. Tbe doctor was sent for, ani attended me every day, but did not seem to know what to make of my case. In fact, he was puzzled, and finally said, ' I don't really know what your complaint is.' " 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 the 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 eet ud again.' B H " 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.' My head ached so dreadfully I thought I should lose my senses. " I bad given up a 1 hope, when one day my friend Mrs. West, of Bournemouth, called and asked what I was taking. I said, ' Oh, I'm tired of taking things ; it's no use ; I shall die.' Then she told me sbe was once ill much as 1 was, and was cured by Mother Seigel's Curativb Byrup. ' Well,' 1 said, ' I'll try it if you will send for it. 1 She did bo, and 1 seemed to feel better on taking the first dose, and after three days I was able to walk across the room, and by the end of the week I went down stairs. Now lam well as ever. All my nervousness has left me, and I can eat and digest my fool without feeling any distress. " I want to say finally, that I knew about Mother SeigeFs Curative Syrup, and should have tiied it years before if certain acquaintances haan't said, • Oh, dont take it, for it will do you no good,' They said that beciU9e 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 — whica is but part of my story — the peoplo m y infer what I think of this remedy. I thank God that I did resort to it at last before it was too lac." (Signed) Mrs. Jane Foster, Darracotc Road, Pokesdown, Bournemouth, Hants March 1890. It is only necessary to add that the malady from which Mrs. Foster suffered was indigestion, dyspepsia, and nervous prostration. Brought on originally by grief and fhock at her husband'a sudden and violent death, her system did not rally until Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup removed the torpor of the digestive organs, and thus enriched tbe bloo.l and fed the nerves. It always has thistffect in like esses We can only regret that bhe 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.