YOU WILL NEVER GET BETTER, CAROLINE."

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XIX, Issue 43, 31 July 1891, Page 31

YOU WILL NEVER GET BETTER, CAROLINE."

" When that nave strikes me I shall be washed away and drowned!" Bo cried a Bailor, clinging to a half-sunken wreck, as he saw a tremendous sea rolling towards him. Yet he lived to tell the tale safe on shore. " Before this time next week I shall be dead 1" So said a woman in a time of great fear. Yet she also lived — and still lives — to explain her situation. Here is her story, told jn her own words and in her own way. Shesiys: — " One day in September, 1887, I Btood at the top of a fight of eleven steps, about to go down. Suddenly I was taken with a giddy sensation. Everything seemed to swim around me, and Ife 1. Irollel to the bottom of the steps and was picked up insensible, with a broken arm. The doctor recommended rest and quietness. In a few days I was b tter, but still felt the shock to my nervous system. "Then many bad sympoms appeared. I had an uncomfortable feeling all over me which I cannot describe. I couldn't eat ; my apputite was gone. There was a foal taste in my mouth ; pains in the sides, back and chest ; coated tongue and a sense of weakness 1 an i distress in my stomach. I felt low and melancholy, and hadl anxieties and fears I could not trace to any particular cause. The doctor who attended me for some months said it was nervous c&feility brought about by the shock. " I got worse instead of better, and went to the London Hospital, Whitechapel Road, where I was ?n oat-patient for several monthe, but I kept getting worse. They said 1 wae suffering with shock, liver congestion, and debt icy. I was then sei.t to the Brighton Convalescent Home, where thjy treated mi- for fourteen da>s. and did lit ilu or no gcol. It a «ho~t time I began to despiir, and my husband and others who came to see me thought I mas doomed. Thus 1 went on from muutii to mouth, expecting each week .vould be my ,ast. Again and ai; iia I whispi'itd i-oltmnly 10 myself, ' Before this time mx we k I &hj.ll be- de m ! ' '' I took no further interest in anything pertaining to thid world ; but, 1b nk Gi.il I have a g >ud hu.-.b'in t and a good home. My hu-band cured rms irom my bed t_vi ry day, an i pkceii me in the cn.nr sold, and tn< d to cheer me up aud p rsuade me I would get belter. tJut s ncj 1 have really got well, he tehs my he never in his heirt h-* v- v\ his < wn wor ie". iJ My si- Cl-,C 1 -, too, came frequently to see me, and did all she could to t-vrse jay bufferings ; but, being unable to resist what her own eyes^ s'jOacl hjr, '-ho ufe'i s-ud, ' You will never get better, Caroline. 1 " But who iikii to read accounts of ihe trouolea «nd borrows ot ■it ers ? s i much d j each aud all of us have of our can to bear, I ccav • your attention only for a few words more. " I went Oil in ih s way — hko one who stands on the crumbling vd^e of an op n yrav.' — until Feoruary, 1890 vvaen a little book was-l-'.t nt my btiop which told of the rem.trkablt; cures wrougnt by Moth r Su^el's Caiatne Syrup. Tho narrative ot the Policeman oi Holyutad grea'ly impressed me. I taid to my husband, ' Tne comp aiut th,.t pohcem in suffered from is my complaint. The remedy, that cure 1 him m y cure me.' "I tent at ou'.e ovir to Messrs Lacy an 1 i.'o., th*» Chemists, \Vnit<ch pel Koai, tor a bjttle It did me goo'i. I could eat ; but, better siLi. the fo id digested. J3efore this, wnea I swallowed a mouthful of solid food ltsiemed to turn to wiod or sour hCid and j;a u , and gave me such p.iin I fancied I had heart vtispsite. " I persevered vvith the medicine, and after taking sis bottles 1 never f 'it so well in my life. I caa now eat aa heartily as any o.'e ? and am nev«>r distressed afu-r taking food. ■' In fact, i can now eat a jolly good dinner, and I leavj you to imagine what a treat thrit is after bein^ bad so long. •' itfy husband and relatives, as w^ll as my nei^hboura, are all of my o^in'on — that Mother Scigel's Syrup saved my life. '■ (,his;n« j d) iJra Caeolixk Sagk, wifeot Mr II nry Sa.ge, Basket Makt-r and S .itio .er, 200 Wait djapel linA, Loni >a ifi. ' One point o-i]y n Mrs Sage's sta'cment needs a word of explanation The t.ili downstairs, in wbica her illness apparently began, whs in tu'-t the result of tbe m*lk iy whi -h hid for mmj time been uniieiminiug her t ervous syitetu — namely, iudigestionand dyspepsia, and i he giddiness vkhich ccci'-iooed ihe fall was merely one of ita symptoms.