REMINDED OF HIS DEAD MOTHER.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 24, 31 March 1893, Page 29

REMINDED OF HIS DEAD MOTHER.

[EXTftACT FBOM A. PBIVATE LETTER. J It was the latter part of August 1891. A friend and 1 had come down from Ramsgate to Minater, to ace the venerable church there, which is a thousand years old. I entered tbe churchyard and seated myself upon a nameless grave while he went in search of somebody to unlock the doors of the edifice and show its wonders. In a few minutes be returned io company with an elderly lady, to whom.' ha introduced me, saying she was tbe custodian and guide of tbe place. I gazsd at her face for some moments without a word. If my own mother, dead and gone 15 years, had come back to speak to her only son, I should scarcely have been more astonished. For this woman was almost my mother's double ; the same siz°, the same face, and the same way of parting tbe hair and combing it in Btnootb bands fron. the forehead. I told her s\ and we were friends before either fairly knew the other's name. What a queer world it is. Sne then conducted us through the ancient fane, and spoke of the long vanished past, of the monks and nuns who once sang and prayed within its walls, of he quaint carvings en tbe hard oak seats in the cnancel, of that prtcious relic, the Cranmer Bih'e, which reposes in h glass box against a pillar, and of many ma ten besides, drawn from tbe apparently tx laustless well Of her detailed and accurate information. I F.nilly the talk veered round to thj who'e9om 'ness of the vicioity, the bracing na ure of its sea breezes and so on. Then our guide, Mrs ! Sirah Ht rd s.tid :—": — " I have lived here in Minster oO years, and seen many ups and dowDS. Ona of my sons is now in America, where he ib doin^ well. He wants me t> leave England and make my home wth him, bot I doubt if I ever shall. 1 am somewhat like that old i yew tree out in the yard, deeply rooted to tbis soil, and might be the i worse for puhing up Then lam p^ttin* ou in life, aui ills grow i apace with age. In the spring of 1878 I bad a serious attack. At fmt I scarcely knew what to make of it. Th»re was no dis* ate that 1 ncognised in particular. I felt tired ia body and weary in mind. j Tnere was much pain at my chest and back, and a kind of tightness I at the sides, a* though physical force were app'ifd there to restrain ime from moving. My appetite, which was usually good, fell away , and whatever I ate or drank pave me pain, and I lived almoit entirely on bread a-id water. I w s always in pain and couldn't 1 sleep so as to feel refreshed by it. Att<-r a time I grew so weak as to be unab'e to go abjut my work. A bitter aDd sickening fluid arose into my mouih, and I perspired to such an extent that, the sweat sometimes r lied ( fl my face to the fl ior." I (the wruer) break i i upon Mrs Herd's story at this point 1 m rely to say 'hat this tendency to sweat without the provocation of labour or of exercise is alwayo a sign of a debilitaeJ condition of the , sys'em. I' m^ns that the blood is impure and impoverished, the kidneys working b dly, and that the body lacks nourishment and is living on wbat was previously stored in it. In other words, the stomach has refused l s duty aad the other organs are in sympathy with it. Now we wi'l let the lady proceed, bpgging pardon for ihe interruption ] Btie8 tie went on to say :—" For a time I tried to cure myself with ■ VMiioua (om stic remedies which »ometimes answer. But they fail d, and I consulted a physician Wi'h all respect to the doctors, they I occasional y failed too. This one did. You know there comes a i time ia all long illnesses when we get in some way used to pain and ! misery, and make no further efforts to get rid of it. In fact, we don't ' know bow, and so don't try. For about three years I remained wretched and ailioe, and dull, unhappy years they were. My suffdring<» were beyond a'l I bad ever known before, yet there seemed cot- i: gto do b^t to bear them as patiently as I could Ai this date, J 1881, certain friends of mine spoke te me of the great benefit tbey lad receive i from the use of Mother Seigel's Syrup, for indigestion and dyspepsia. This threw l'ght on my mind, although I cannot cay it made mo at once a believer in Seigel's Byrup. At length, however, in July 1881, I began to take it. In all I used six bottles, and found my health fully restoied. Ten years have elapsed, and I have had no attack since. But if I do in future 1 shall know where to put mj I hand on the remedy." Our visit being virtually over, we called for a few momenta at Mrs Herd's home, 2, High street, Minster, Kent, and then wended oar way back to Ramsgate. 0, M. B. New York, October, 1891.

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