NEVER MIND THE MAN IN THE MOON.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XX, Issue 51, 7 October 1892, Page 31

NEVER MIND THE MAN IN THE MOON.

Don't worry your brain about the man vn the moon, but study the man in your own suit of clothes. If every individual person took the best possible care of himself, institutions of charity wonld soon go out of fashion. There's a deal of sense in the saying that " Charity begins at home." When a man has got to swim or drown, be will at least make a laudable effort to swim. Perhaps we coddle one another too much. As in an army, so in society— we depend individually upon the commander and the multitude. It's a bad thing, because it induces a man to trust to luck and to numbers and not to bis own courage and wits Consequently, when trouble comes, it finds us not ready : ignorant how to fight and conquer it. For example, here is our good friend, Mr John Wilkinson, of Nor bury, Whitechurch, Salop, who not long ago said to an acquaintance : '* Lad, lam done for." Why did he think so ? Because the doctors had given him up to die of consumption. Enough to scare him if ho really had consumption. But did be ? Ah, that is the question. He tells his story thus : " I come," he says, " of a strong, healthy family, and up to tbe spring of 1885 I was always welL I could lift, run, and jump with anyone, and walk thirty miles a day with ease. About April of that year I felt something coming over me which gradually fastened upon me. At first I felt dull, heavy, and tired, with a sinking, all-gone sensation at the pit of the stomach, and pain in the aide and between the Bhoulder-bladee. My skin grew sallow, and the whites of my eyes were tinged with a yellow colour. I had a fonl taste in tbe mouth, particularly iv the morning. My mouth and teeth were covered with a thick slime, and a thin watery fluid came up from my stomach ' into my mouth.' My appetite failed, and what little food I managed to eat gave me great pain. I bad a tight feeling in my chest and round both sides as if I was held in a vice, and I got weaker and weaker and very low in spirits. There seemed to be no life or soul left in me. " By-and-bye I began to have a hacking cough, which made me lose a deal of sleep. Indeed, I could not rest at night on account of it. I would lie awake all night long coughing and spitting. As time went on I became so reduced I could scarcely get about. When I did venture outdoors I had to be constantly stopping to rest, as I walked along the lanes, for fear of falling. " I tried all kinds of medicines, and was under the doctor, but without getting relief. In this miserable way I dragged on for six months. All my friends and neighbours thought I was breaking up and was not long for this world. " One day a friend of mine, Mr Thomas Bateman, gamekeeper, Marbury, seeing me so bad, asked me how my oomplaint came on. I replied : • I am done for ; I shall never get well again, lad.' " Then he said, ' Don't say that until after you have tried Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup.' And he went on to tell me how this medicine cured him after be was at death's door and given up by the doctors as being in a consumption. So, to leave nothing undone, I sent to Wbitchurch and bought the remedy. After taking three bottles all pain and sickness left me ; I could eat anything, and the cough and tbe spitting, as well as the pain in the chest, left me, and I was a well man. •' 1 tell everybody bow Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life, and you are at liberty to publish my statement in order that other sufferers may know what to do. (Signed) " John Wilkinson, Shoemaker. Norbury, Whitchurch, Salop." The cases of these two men, Bateman and Wilkinson, were almost identical in symptoms and character. Both had indigestion and dyspepsia, both apprehended consumption, and both were happily cured by the same medicine. How many others, situated as they were, are there in this country ! Hundreds of thousands 1 Ah, the dreary, dreadful days they have to pass through, right on the road to tbe grave, for unhelped they must surely die. Are you, who read these lines, one of this suffering multitude, or do you know anyone who belongs to it 1 We say but a word to you — dou't expect to get well through waitiag and vaguely hoping. Study the man in your own suit of clothes. Otherwise, act on your own good judgment and on the reputation of a remedy which has such evidence to prove its power.