"IT IS THREE THOUSAND MILES LONG."

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 15, 27 January 1893, Page 15

"IT IS THREE THOUSAND MILES LONG."

We allude to the great Mississippi river in America. For hundreds of miles of its course it is yellow with the earth which tbe swift current has torn from its baDks. Probably the Mississippi bears constantly in solution ground enough to make many a rich farm, though the amount is, of course, greater at times of flood, i'hus, for drinking, and even for wasbiug, the water of the Mississippi must first be purified.

It is the same with anything which either for appearance or utiliiy is in some way thrown out of character. For insance, tbe blood in our body is a river. From the heart to the extremities it is of a bright red colour, but on Uh return through the veins it is dark nnd sluggish. The reason is that when it etarts from tbe heart it has just been purified, and wheu it comes bick it is loaded with all sorts of refuse matter it has picke lup in its journey. In other words, the blood — which isooly food fully digested — carries life on its red current and brings away disease and death on its daik one.

Speaking of her own cocdition at a period about six yews since, a woman write 9 tbat her skin gradually became first yellow and then of a saffron colour. Connected with this she experienced several symptoms of illness. She had more or less pain at tbe sides and difficulty in breathing. Her appetite, previously good, began to fail, and after eating comparatively little there was much distress in tha region of the Btomach. There was an attendant loss of energy, both of mind and body, and she felt tired, languid, and weak. Now we must observe that in case of natural fatigue from labour or any exertion rest is an unfailing remedy. Bleep and relaxation renew our powers. But there is a kind of fatigue which rest does not relieve — for whicb the Angel of Sleep bears no healing in his wings. What vile counterfeit is it ?

She adds :— " I finally took to my bed and was visited by a doctor, who said my liver was wrong, and that I had jaundice. He gave me medicine, but as it had no pood effect he advised me to go to the hospital. As I objected to this, he said 1 might try a change of air and see whu that would do for me. So I gave up my place and went to my home at Faitford, in Gloucestershire. Failing to obtain any benefit from the change, I consulted another physician , who attended me for some time, but I grew no better. Whatever I did I could not recover n-y strength, and my friends thought I was in a decline.

"I did not eat enough to feed a bird, and began to despair of ever recovering my health. With many ups and downs in the way of feeling, and of fear and hope, I lingered along until July, 1890, when an acquaintaince recommended me to try Mother Seigei's Syrup, Indeed, so much was I impressed with what was said about this medicine that I sent my nitce Jour miles to procure a bottle of it. After taking tbe contents I felt better. A weight seemed to be lifted from my chest, my relish for food returned, and by degrees I fonnd myself in every way stronger. 1 will conclude by saying that after having used two bottles more of the Syrup I was able to return to Birmingham quite well, and have had no signs of the ailment since. It is only just to mention that I feel better now than I have Hone for many years, and had I sooner known of Mother Seigel's Syrup I should have avoided an amount of suffering and misery which it saddens me even to look back upon "

The lady referred to is Mies Sarah Hawkes, of the "Lion Inn," Longmore street, Birmingham. That yellow or saffrtn colour of tbe blood was caused by the failure of the liver to 6eciet( , or take away the bile from the blood. Remaining in tne blocd it was carried to all parts of the body, and necessarily s-hjwed itself through the skin in the ghastly hue m.c names

Understand, please, that the bile, us< ful to help move the bowels, is a poison when in the blood. Thj cutue malady of biliousness, in all its forms, is<a symptom of indigestion and dyeptpaia, the source of most of our ache?, pains, and diseases. It is no new thing to say that the success of Mother Scigel's Syrup ia rovniog the torpid digestion, stimulating the liver, and thus purifying the blocd, sets it apart from all other medicines as an article to be relied upon when the use of ordinary drugs has been followed only by disappointment. The blood holds the oecret of life, and this remedy keeps that ruby river clear and clean.