MY WATCH AND OTHER WATCHES.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 41, 9 February 1894, Page 15

MY WATCH AND OTHER WATCHES.

One evening last summer I had some writing to do at my houso. The weather was very hot. and I took off my coat and waistcoat. My new gold watch C that I had paid £30 for ) I laid before me on the table, wheie I could keep an eye on it. So far so good. I wrota on, and papers accumulated on the table, one of them covering my watch. Reaching out for something I wanted, my arm accidentally swept it to the floor. Oh, heavens, what luck I I picked it up — tenderly as one picks up a child who has had a bad tumble. Waa it still running ? Yes faintly ; but as I put it to my ear it ticked a few times, feebly and slowly, and then stopped— a dead watch. A minute ago it was a vital thing— now merely a lot of motionless wheels in a case. What was broken ? I couldn't say. Toe watchmaker must repair it and return it, with his bill. So much for my stupid carelessness. Yet nobody is so poor as not to carry a more valuable watch than that; one that will run many years without winding. But when it stops, ah ! then, who is able to set it going again? Bpeaking about the one he owns. Mr Geo. W. Burton, of Kir'on Holme, Boston, says "my heart fluttered in a way to alarm me. Sometimes it was so bad I fancied I could liear it stop beating " What ailed Mr Burton's heart? Perhaps his letter will help us to find out. He says :— " In October, 1887, I began to feel weary and languid. I had a bad taste in the month, and in the morning my teeth and gums were covered with a thick bloody slime. Mv appetite failed, and after eating I had great pain in the chest and stomach. All the time I had a craving for food, but dare not take solids. It seemed sometimes that my head would burst with pain and I was so dizzy I could hardly see. After a while a congh set in [ and I spat up great quantities of phlegm. Later on my breathing became very bad, and I would break out into a cold sweat. I kept on growing weaker until it was all I could do to get about, and in this condition I continued for four years. During this time I consulted doctors and used all the different medicines I heard of, but none of them did any good.' ' Now, let's think a minute. Mr Burton says his heart fluttered and palpitated, he had a hacking cough, and difficulty in breathing —three frightful thingß: A man might die of any one of them, aa we all know. Yet he recovered from all of them— and all at the imnie time. He says :—: — " In February, 1891, I heard of what Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had done in similar cases, and I determined to try it, and got a bottle from Messrs Grimbla and Kent, chemists, Boston. Tha first few doses gave relief, and by continuing to use it in a short time I was perfectly cured. I make this statement in order that othera may know where to look for a remedy in an illness like mine." . (Signed) "Geo. W. Burton." We rejoice at hia restoration to health, but what, after all, ailed him? Did he have three diaeases— viz, heart complaint, consumption, and asthma? And, if so. how on earth could Mother Saigel'i unrative Myrup have cured them— each affecting different organs? The answer is, he had but tne disease, indigestion and dyspepsia, of which the feeble heart, the irritated throat, and the burdened lunga were tell-tales and symptoms. The poisoned blood— filled with deadly acids from the stomach, half paralysed the nerves and thus disordered the heart's action; it alao infected the delicate membrana lining of the lungs and air passages, producing asthma and the cough that seemed to threaten consumption. One disease, many misleading symptoms— that is the truth ; deluding physicians, and frightening patients into thinking there is no hope. Wnen life's timepiece runa down no power on earth can wind it up again, but Mr Burton's case, and thousands more, prove that it is often good for many a year after yon thought the works would sooa be motionless in the caae.