STRUCK DOWN IN BURMAH.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XIX, Issue 29, 17 April 1891, Page 29

STRUCK DOWN IN BURMAH.

Beethovbn composed music be was too deaf to hear, and the fastest steam craft in the world was built (bath hull and machinery) by an American who has been perfectly blind for many years . Nevertheless the one would have been tbe better for his heariog and the other for his sight. A soldier may be a model of patriotism and courage, bat of what use is be in an army if he cannot oarry a muskat 7

Allow us to illustrate tbe point by a short story Mr. John Hodson was born at Warboys, in Huntingdonshire. When he was twentyfive years old he took work as a navvy under the great railway contractors, Messrs. Lucas, Aire, Sons, and Oo.t of Westminster, and remained nnder them seven years. He then enlisted in Her Majesty's 51st Regimantand went wi hit to India in 1883. He assisted in tbe Burmah Expedition in 1885-6, and was at Mandalay when King Theebaw surrendered. With this explanation we wiil now let Mr. Hodson tell his own tale. He says :— After reaching Shorebo I began to feel badly, I had a sinking sensation at the pit of the stomach ani was so drowsy I could scarcely bold my hea 1 up. I bad pain in my right side and under the shoulder blades, lost my spirits and took a gloomy view of everything, I could neither eat nor sleep. I lay in bed awake night after night. My liver was perfectly torpid, skin and eyes yellow, tongue badly coated, heart irregular, no appetite, cold extremit es, sickness, vomiting and an incessant diarrhosa. With these symptoms I was in bed four months in the year 1887. In the hospital I was treated by tbe Regimental physician, and was visited by Dr. Bell, of the Indian Government, who said I was suffering from dysentery. I became so we<k I could hardly stand and passed uothiog but slime from the bowels No treatment availed to stop the diarrhea*. Finally I was sent home and arrived at (Josport io Dec, 1888, and was transferred to the hospital there until Feb . 1889, when 1 was discharged as incurable and placed in the army Reserve. I returned to Warboys, and feeling a trifle better, tried to work. Bat I soon bad to give np. I became so thin that people who had known me fir years did not recognise me. My old frienis and mates said ' Hodson, you needn't trouble to buy any more clothes to wear in this world. The next suit you'll want will be made of mood.'

Still, I ate something, of course, but it gave me no strength. After eating I was often obliged to leave the table hurriedly, so severe were tbe griping, gnawing pains that seized me. My father and mother were alarmed at my condition. I consulted a physician at Warboys, who gave me some medicine, which, however, made no impression upon my complaint.

I then went to Mr. Nicholl, the chemist of Warboys (now of Croydon), who said, " You had better try Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup." I got a bottle and took it, but it seemed to have no effect. Mr. Nicholl s»id " Try it again ; I have such confidence in it that I will give you tbe second bottle free of charge."

He cid so, and before 1 had taken tha ha f of the second bottle I began to feel better. I got a third bottle, and before I had finished it I had so much improved that 1 was asked to go back to my work. But I was afraid, and paid, " No ; wait till I have used three bottles more, for this wonderful medicine is doing what nothing else in India or England has been able to do— it is healing me from the very depth* where I was ill and dying."

I kept on with Mother Seigel, and indeed a Mother she truly is to tbe suffering. Tbe fifth bottle was gone at last and I presented myself to tbe astonished people of Warboys as robust, strong, unl well as ever I was in all my life. I returned to my work, and my comrades looked upon me as one risen from the dead. " What bas done this for y»u?" tney asked with wondering eyes. ' I owe my life and health to Mother Suigel'a Curative Syrup," I answered, "and I am willing all the world should bear ma say so."

I have never lost an hours work sioc j , and will gladly reply to any letters of enquiry addressed to John Hodson, Warboys, Huntingdonshire.

To the above true and faithful account of Mi. Hodaon'a experience it is only necessary to add a word of explanation. His real disease was indigestion and dyspepsia brought on by change of c>imate, habus and food. The diarrhea i, of which he speaks, is (strangj as it may Beem) an effect and symptom of prolonged and prevailing constipation. Itismture'a last efforts to free the bowls of tnt-ir terrible and poisonous load. In this crisis Mother Beigel's Curative Syrup came to tbe rescue, and not a day