"HE WANTED TO SEE THE WHEELS GO ROUND."

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 2, 28 October 1892, Page 15

"HE WANTED TO SEE THE WHEELS GO ROUND."

Thebb was once a bright baby boy who loved to examine the internal structure of his uncle's watch in order, as he rtmarked, that he mieht " see the wheels go round." Smart and inquiring fellow I Some <*ay he may make a watch that will keep better time than those which are mnde to sell and can with difficulty keep up with the days of the week, to say nothing of heurs and minutes. Bnf for a hundred person" who know how a watch is constructed how many know what kind of "works" are inside their own bodies? Not one. Now the heart is tbe human pendulum. Sometimes it beats too fast and sometimes too slow. What make? it act in that way ? Can you tell 1 Probably not. Wheu its irregularity frightens you, you see " a doctor." Why don't you study up the subject yourself and learn as much about it as any locomotive driver is bound to know about his engine 7 Can't ? Tes you can. Look here, for iostance. A man writes thus : "My heart would throb and beat as if it might jimp out of its pace." The " wheels" were going much too rapidly within his body. He was " gaining time" at a fearful rate, and when that happens a man nears his death faster than it is pleasant to think of, What was wrong with the machinery ? Suppose we look into it and try to find out. He says that up to April, 1890, he had always er j iyed good health. At that date be hud an attack of influenza or the "grip.'' This left him in a weak condition as It commonly does. One morning, in the fallowing July, he found a great patch of eruption, resembling ringworm, covering his thighs, which gradually spread until it covered tbe abdomen and all tbe lower part of his body. Af er this hia appetite failed, and tbe natural and necessary act of eating caused him greit pain in the chest. He adds : " The wind rolled around my obe9t and drove all tbe blood into my head." No doubt fie describes the sensation correctly, but the fact probably was that there was 'oo little blood in bis tie*d rather than too much, and the wind bad nothing to do with it. His system was underfed through the disease, and his bodily machine was running too fast from very weakness, not from surplus power ; just as a ship rolls and tumbles about on the sea from lack of ballast. "I would go into a great heat," he says, " and the pain and dizziness were so bad that I feared I should fall down in a fit. At one time my hands and feet were cold and clammy, and at other times they would burn as if stun? with nettles. For over three moaths I continued like this, getting weaker and weaker every day." Certainly, what else could be expected ? " Feeling now very anxious," be proceeds to say, " I saw a doctor, who gave me medicines and embrocations, but they were of no use, and I got worse. In August, 1890, it was I read in tbe Freeman's Journal about Mother Seigel's Syrup, and thought it might possibly help me. I procured a bottle from the Medical Hall, Bal'inamoie, and to my surprise after taking it I was much better. Further use of tbe Syrup caused the eruption, or rash, to disapppar, and my food began to reli-h. I could Boon eat anything. I was completely cured and was able to work ajaiD, I thank God that Seigel's Syrup was made known to me, and I am wishful to inform the public of its excellence so other poor sufferers may try it." (Signed) William O'Hara, Lannanarieugh, Bawnboy, Curlougb, County Cavan, Ireland. June stb, 1691. Mr O'Hara is a farmer, and is well known and respected ia his district, The ailment be describes was indigestion and dyspepsia, which produced the palpitation of the heart by the pressure ag-unst it cf the stomach ; the latter being inflated with gas generated by ihe fermented food. The poison fiom the same source also entered the blood and threw tbe brain and nervous system into disorder, thu9 assisting the general collapse. When Seigel's Syrup bad expelled the poison, aDd set the digestive machinery once more in motioa, strength returned a<* a matter of course, and the bt art did its duty rrgularly and with its natural power. Had Mr O'Hara understood that all his various aches and paid bad one and the same origin he would have been less disconcerted. The inference Beecn to be that there ia nothing like Mother Seigel's Syrup to make the human clock keep time and to repair it when out of order.