THEY SANG ON THE SHIP'S DECK.
" Horn, home, tweet, sweet home ; Be it ever to humble there's no place like home." Blessed be the memory of John Howard Payne for writing this song. Who doesn't know it f Who has'ot sung it f Fall of hope, full of heartbreak, its melody has girdled tbe globe. In July, 1891, a large party of Cornish people sat on the deck of the good ship City of Paris, bound from New York to Liverpool. They were coming on a visit home after long absence. And as the ship ploughed the calm waters, they sang " Home, Bwect Home." But a gale came on, and f-r two days most of tbem bad other matter* to oocupr their attention ; they were too seasick to sing. Thsn the Welsh coast was in eight, and they sang once more, louder than ever. And to it goes on evervwbere— illness and trouble spoil tbe music "My wife never knew what it mat to he well." Thus writes a husband, and here's tbe rest of his letter. " She always felt tired and languid," he says, " and never got enough rest She had a dreadfal bad taste in tbe mouth, with a sinking, gnawing feeling at her chett, and her food seemed to do her no good. She had also a dry backing congh which people said was a < church-yard cough? She wen* at thin as a shadow and had to alter her clothes and make them smaller. Now beter and now worse she went on suffering like this for ten years and took all kinds of medicine, cod liver oil among the rest. She saw several doctors who sounded her chest and asked if any of her rela'ivts bai died of consumption, leaving the impression on her min<4 thtt b> c was consumptive herself. Now as her mother had died of consumption she felt enre she was going in o a deolioe. Three vexrs nso I wm concerned about her. She had lick head* ».cbe all the time, pain in tbe sides and legs, and used often to faiot, tni got so weak I bad to take her in my arms and lift her in aod oat of bed. People a*ked wh%t was the matter with her, but she could scarcely describe her condition, for it was an all-gone feeling, making her fit to rirop down. Kven going upstairs would ezhauat her and mako her feel lain*. In November, 1888, a book was left at the house, in which my wife read of a cue txictly like hers, and sb<* txc'aimed " Th*t is just my complaint, and as it has been cared by Mother Seigel's Syrap Perhaps my ailment is not consump'ion after ail." " 1 got thft Syrup and she found relief from the first bottle, and soon grew qui'e strong. The hackiuar cough lefr her aod she now etij iys her food I consider that a bottle of SeigeVt Syrup it worth more than a meek at the tea-tide. Before taking this medicine my wile's life was a misery to her. Yoa »re at liberty to publish this statement if you di sire to do so." (Signed) J Jay Smith, Comp si or, 26, Sudely Btreet, Islington, London. This is another instance and indigestion and dyspepsia being mistaken for consumption. Fortunately tbe little book referred to, revealed the error ia tiav» to enable Mrs Smith to treat herself for her real disease aad bring about a quick recovery. But cases with a less bappy ending constantly occur. We would again impress the public that consumption, rheumatism, gout, bronchitis, kidney compUint, and near y all affections of the throat, lungs, and nerves are virtually symptoms tf indigestion an<* dyspepsia, for tbe reason that they are caused by a poison in tbe blood directly resulting from a torpi 1 st>tecf the stomach, liver, and bowels. Therefore, however s rongly the indications teem to point towards one of those so-called dismast ft, your iruecjnree is to take Seigel's Syrup, which removes tr>e radical difficulty which lies at the bottom of nearly all physical ftufferme. viz , indigestion and dyspepsia. Who has not somrtimea said, " Oh, I have soch a headache— I can scarcely see ? " What makes the bead ache ? Weil, the disordered nerves, of c urse. And what throws the nerves out of order f Let us see. " For fifte<n years," says Mr W. D. Svanr, of Brynawel. Mount Pleasant, bwinse; , " 1 bad been a great sufferer from indigestion aod flatu er.cy. I had a bai taste in tbe mouth, with pain and distress after • atihg, and my bowels became much ewol en. I felt languid and out of spui>s, and had great pain aero s the temples, whicb at times was so severe I could scacely see. I saw several doctors who were unable to t?ive me more than temporary relief. In December, 1890, I told a hiend of mine, Mr W L oyd, Rising Son Hotel, Morrtston, how bad I war, and he advised me to try Mother Seigel's Curative Sjr up. After taking two bottles all tbe pain and oppression left me, and and I never felt to teell in my life at 1 have done tinee. I eat my meals with reusb, and feel light and comfor ab e afterwards. Tbis remedy has worked a miracle on me. It is a blessing to mankind." Headaches proceed from indigestion and dyspepsia. Use Seigel's Syrup and your bead will tit on your shoulders like a flower on iv ttalk.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XX, Issue 28, 29 April 1892, Page 29
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918THEY SANG ON THE SHIP'S DECK. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XX, Issue 28, 29 April 1892, Page 29
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