IT'S GONE, ALL GONE, AND I'M GOING TOO.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 22, 17 March 1893, Page 31

IT'S GONE, ALL GONE, AND I'M GOING TOO.

Fob many t year did the same man sweep a certain street-crossing in Hampstead. Though all seasons and in all weather?, there he was, sweeping the crossing and taking: such gratnities as were given him . Time wore away, and he came to be eighty years old. He appeared at his post no more. A lady district visitor looked him up at his lodgings. What a picture of squalid destitution. No fire, no food, no friends. Wife and family be had none— never had. The poor old fellow was perishing of starvation, of want. Borne money was raised for his benefit and he was removed to a London Hospital. Here lay several weeks sinking daily. One night he was clearly very low Near him stood one of the hospital physicians and a nurse. Seeing him clutch nervously at his pillow, the nurse, supposing the patient desired to be raised up, put his arm beneath him to perform that service. In doing so the nurse's hand came in contract with an object which he withdrew. It was a dirty little canvas bag tied with a leather string. As it was laid aside the old man perceived what bad been done, lifted his skeleton frame partially from the bed and, trembling with excitement, said in a shrill whisper—" Ah my treasure, my treasure I It's gone, all gone, and I'm going too I" and sank back dead. The bag contained £500 in notes — the savings of his miserly life. And he, there, dead of starvation, even more than of age. Well, what of it ? you say. The wretched old man waa better dead than alive. Quite bo, bat most human events have a moral, a lesson, about them, if we keep an eye out for it. What, for example, can we learn from the following facts ?— One night about ten years ago a man whose name we can furnish, went to bed as usual, apparently in good health and spirits. A few hours later he lay unconscious on the floor. In explanation he stated that he had been seized, suddenly, with a pain of such violence that be was compelled to rise,— a pain in the chest. After rising he lost his senses and sank down on the spot where he had stood. His wife aroused by the noise, struck a light and saw her husband in that situation . She afcerwards declared he had gone black in th« face, and that his eyes looked as if they were starting out of his head. Bestoratives were applied which brought him to, but be was not as before. So quickly and unexpectedly do we cross the boundary I line between two opposite bodily conditions. It is like stepping j from the broad blaze of day into a. damp cavern packed with darkness. He felt weak and sick, wiih a strange "all-gone" sensation throughout bis whole system. His mouth tasted badly, and was filled with a ilimy sort of phlegm, his head ached, he was unable to draw a deep breaih, he walked with difficulty, and went about his business like a man who is haunted by a paralysing dream. Perplexed and alarmed he consulted physicians, who prescribed for him, without however, producing any noticeable improvement. The strong, clear-headed man of previous years was gone— changed as by the wand of a vicious magician into the feeble being he now was. Even with this dismal prospect before him our friend travelled not on level gruuad ; his path led downward ; he grew worse. In December, 1888, be had a distinct and bad attack, gave up business, and went to bed. There he remained for a weary, painful month thirty days, as long as thirty years of power and occnpation. The doctor said there was something wrong witn the stomach and bowels. After he onct more rose from his bed he still suffered dreadful pain and could rest neither day or night. Indeed, some nights he never slept a moment. So weak had he become that when he attempted » short walk he was obliged to abandon the effort, return and go to bed.

His own words are these :—": — " To give you an idea how reduced I had become I may mention that I lost over three Btone weight and was wasting away. I kept on like this until January, 1891, when Mr Everson, of Occold, told me of a medicine called Mother Seigel's Syrup and the good it had done. I tried it aod in three daya I felt better. Cheered and encouraged by this I continued to nse it, with the result that I wholly recovered from my mysterous malady. lam now strong and hearty, and business is again a pleasure. The Syrup did me more good in a few weeks than all my ten years doctoring put together." (digoed) Albert lhorndyke, Proprietor of the " Grape 9 Inn," Church Street, Bye, Suffolk. May Ist, 1891. What do we learn from this? We le*rn that while a miserly fool like our crossing-sweeper may starve for mouey, a wise man with more reverence for his budily temple, seeks and finds a remedy for a tendency to starvation, induced by disease : — that the disease waa indigestion and dyspepsia, and the remedy Mother Seigel's Syrup.

Fifteen thousand miners are bard at work in the newly re-dia-covered mines at Uree, Sate of Sonora, Mexico. Popular opinion is that the mines are the famous lost ones of the Aztec race. Traces of old workings have been discovered, and this gives colour to the belief that the lost mines ot fabulous richness of the Aztecs have been rediscovered. The territory in which the mines are located is the property of Yaqui Indians.