THE BABY ON A BATTLEFIELD.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XIX, Issue 27, 3 April 1891, Page 29

THE BABY ON A BATTLEFIELD.

On the night after the bittle of Waterloo, in the blood-stained mire of a ploughed field, lay an English officer, dead where he fell. At his Hide lay the body of his wife, who had followed him from England, and perhaps arrive! in time to receive his last fligb. On his breast wan their baby, sound asleep, and smiling amid that dreadful scene as though angels were inspiring i s dreams. Ah, God : what a thing is childhood ; touching Heaven in its innocence and earth in its aeony. While we have the children how large the places they fill 1 When we lose thorn how great the vacancies they leave I

Head the story of an escape, as told by a parent. My daughter Kate, now eleven years old, had always been delicate. She was pale and thio, and, as it seemed, as though a breath of cold air would destroy her. Nhe was now better, now worse, but never well. In the summer of 1885, §hs complained of a sense of weight ia the chest and side. Her abdomen was distended as though she had over-eaten, when in fact she ate scarcely more than a bird. She spoke of a bad taste in the mouth, and would always be holding her sides, or placing her hands against her temples, as if to relieve the pressure there.

She also had pains between the shoulders and her breath was very offensive. She was always tired and languid, and though naturally a bright, intelligent child, would lie for hours in a listless condition. She grew weaker and weaker until she could scarcely stand. We thought her to be in a decline. Then cam > a sign even more alarming,— a short, dry, deep-sounding cough. My wire and I feared it was consumption. In our anxiety we cousulted the doctors, who said, " Yen, your daughter has consumption." What a sad' prospect for us I

About Christmas, 1885, I removed my family from Huntingdon to Manchester. Poor Kate was too weak to take the journey with us ; phe remained with her grandmother at Thorp Farm, Norfolk. bull the dear child sank from week to week. What was our surprise som 1 time afterwards, to receive a letter from grandmother reading like this :— " Kate is very much better. She is eating well and sleeping well; and the roses are coming into her thin cheeks." What could have happened 1 In another month we had the happiness of welcoming our daughter in our new home in Manchester. How great was our joy when we saw the wonderful change which had taken place lr. her. She ia now a fine, healthy child, and never ails anything more than any girl may.

Now, wuat wrought this change? What gave us back our daugh 'cr, seemingly almost from thj brink of the j,rave / I will answer irankly, for there is nothing to conceal : — her deplorable state, and thit none ot the medicines she had taken proved appropriate to m.i strange malady, her grandmother one day said to h.'iseif, "I mink I will trive Kite a dose out of my bottle of Mother S.'ige.'s drative Byrup." Her grandmother ha i itceived great benefit from t^is mediciue herselt for a complicated disease. It was g.vcn to K-ite an-i the good effect was immediate. She ac once - '♦■•! "i jre tranquilly and had something of an appetite, and a iic! i.er her grand mother was justified in wiitinj^ to us as I have already stated 1 (Signed) Frederick Butcher, 6, Birch Koad, Crumpba 1, i. ear Manchester.

Mr. an 1 Mrs. Batcher are people of the highest respectability and well tcluciiud. For some yeais Mr. Butcher was an assistant at the g.eat shop of the Messrs. Lewi-", Market si reet, Manchester, and an impartial acquaint tnce writes that Mi^s Kati! Butcher is one of the bii^htest young irirls to be met with an} wtieie— quick, precocious, and tuil of vivacity and wit. Speaking uf the daughter's recovery h. r mother nays : " 1 do not care what anyone may tay, there ia no medicine so gui d as Mother beigel's Curative Syrup," 'lhe y>ropuetors tf Mo her Seigei'b Curative Syrup desire to make no falsf impiessioLS. The >oung girl did not have co isumption : She "uttered from mdigestion an i djspepsia. and from poverty of the b ood, like ravria Is of her sex The nohow cough, which sounded so consumptive, was one of the to mptoms, noi tne (tisease. She needed lif. j ami stiongth from her foot, but how could she get it with her stomach torpid anJ dead 1 Motliei Seigel's Curative byrup corrected the ai Urn M at us rojt, and recoveiy quickly followe i. We repeat i nee in >re the fact t iat is taught by tnia inteiestiug case : — When in d mb;, ire it a-ij, and all co n pi -tints as symptoms of iudigesnon and d>tj)('psia, un<l i i uiue u.stfinces out ot Vu you will see just 9uch a \sond, rai narrate! ,ibove. We wish long life and happy days to this )oung lady and her good parents and friends.