"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 13, 27 July 1894, Page 29

"YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH A STRAW."

, 7 w>, B J air>eh? TheQ i fc ™ worth jast nothing-nothing at all. Who has not uaad that comparison a thousand times to express absolute worth lesaneas 1 A straw ? The wind blown it away X?o7nT tn &F tttoto #* ltlßto %* vd ' " rotß by the «•**£ what of it 7 Woo carea for a straw ? Yet thi* is exactly whit a doctor recently Ba id to one of his patients, " Tour life is not worth a straw " How much is a doctor worth who will B peak so t3t 3 one that trust* him, and has no hopebut in his skill ? For jr.y part, .f he were up for sale at auction, I would bid one straw for hi m _no more. Even if what he said was true, ha had no right to say it. Such a doctor ia more lUely to kill with his tongue than to cure with his drags. A woman tells the story, and she tella it well. If it doesn't sound hke the truth, then I don't know what ever doei. Ths dates and the facta are all ther«. plain and orderly i«n CT "-i Q i theßamn ? c I° f 1878 ." Baeßays,8 aeBays, " I found myself feeling tired £?n« ' lo .T Bpimed ' and weak > I ««" as if some evil were about to happen. My appetite was poor, and after eating I had excruciating pain at my loin* and sides. There was a horrible gnawing pa? a* the pit of my stomach, and a rising in the throat as if I should choke. My head felt as though I had a ton weight on it. Gradually I got worse, and for months could take only liquid food. At night I la* awake for hours together. 8 J tr-mh^'" T £ BU . aere T d greatly from nervous prostration. My legs T ?Smhf J f *° k 5V !e! c " ed r to f all< If a koock c * me «o the door I tremb ed from head to foot. I had frequent attacks which began with palpitation of the heart aod sudden stoppage of the breath. At these times i waa speechless and helpless. They say I looked like a Sk e>C A? " d ft 0 *!?"' my , fin g e '- na "« "J HPB haTng tinned black. After a while this would pass off, leaving me weak Ind pro* trate. I got so emaciated and thin that I was only a bag 'of boZ and so weak 1 had to take hold of the furniture to steady myself as I crossed the room. As time went on the nervousness and forebodings of evil so increased that I feared I should go oat of my mind The IZmTLZinJ oU]d a meIC7 " the L ° rd WOald " leaße ™ K m *"r° thiß ;/°^ iti^ n I continuei for over tour years, during which time I consulted five doctors, but nothing they gave me dM any eood I'Zt^oTa a 7t r :^ nt ™ heart di9eaae ' aod OQe **«> ' *~ *» « In despair I gave up taking physic, as I felt that nothing would save me. In May, 1882, ten years ago, a lady (Mrs Bichardson! called at my house, told me of Mother Seigel's Curative SyrupVlnd strongly advised me to try it. I did so, and felt somewhaSVter after the first bottle ; and by the time I had taken three bottles I was completely cured. From that (o this I have had no return ofthe attacks, «nd am so strong I can do any kind of work. But for Seigel s Syrup I should bav e been in my grave long aco. I wish others to know this, and will an B wer any who call or write ■' (Signed) Emma Wickenden (w,fe of William Wickenden, gardened pSn broke Vtllas, 123 MoS.t Boad, Thornton Heath, Mar!* 17° b 1892 So it turned out that her life was not only worth a straw, but worth a whole golden harvest of health and better days Yet no thanks to the doctors. Her complicated symptoms puzzled and alaam-d them, to b B sure, but why? la it not the doctors' duty to under-Und such things? Most aesuredly. Just as a lawyer should know tha law, or a pi«ot (he rockt, tides, and lights of a coast Had some of these medical men known that Mrs Wickendeo's malady was indigestion and dyspepsia, and not heart decease, they might Dossiblv h.ve relieved her. Bat, confuted by the symptom., they were blind Kngland ÜBe " "^ W ° Qd6r thefe *** m&aj BU * h d «*»s ia Cases like this chow that the clear sight belonged to Mother Seigel ; and to her remedy hosts of people in this coontry are indebted for physical salvation when, in very truth, their lives second as Kemember this was ten years ago, and the malady has not returned, showing that the cure was a permanent one.

Mr Gladstone a right eye has been operated upon for cataract The operation was performed by Mr Nettleship and Dr Haberihon ' assisted by Mr J. B. Lawford and was completely successful A munificent chalice and paten, of the twelfth century, has been recently discovered in an oH gallery of a disced gold mine near the Abbey of Cymmer. The chalice, which has two handles is similar in style to the fine old cap which was found some yearsaßO near the Abbey of Ardagh, Ire'and, ' Daring tho past season Mr Flinders Petria and M. de Morgan Director-General of the Service of Antiquities, bave bad remarkable success m searching for the ancient treasures which lie hidden in the land of the Pharaohs. A discovery made by the latter in looking for a royal chamber at one of the pyramids of Dahshur, is particularly memorable. In a vault which be had been exploring be came upon two silver-encrusted boxes full of jewels, the rare workmanship ol which has, perhaps, never been surpassed. A royal pectoral in mosaic work, on which two crowned hawks support the cartouche of Usertasen 11, is said to equal any piece of jewellery in existence, whether for purity of design, exquisite colouring, or absolute finish! It would, says the correspondent of the Times, "be a chef d auvre of the goldsmith's art of to-day ; made four thousand five hundred years ago, it ia a miracle." Then there are large cowrie shells of gold, a pestle and mortar in gold and lapis, ring* with beaatifnllygraven ekatons, necklaces of amethyst and cornelian, large rose petals— one with a wonderful mosaic centre— mirrors with gold handles, gold lion masks, and a Kohl pencil adorned with a pattern •f gold beads, soldered on one by one, a marvel of delicate work Why ihe treasure colters were hidden and who hid them will probably rsmam a matter of conjecture for ever,— Gat holie Times.