IT IS EASY TO ASK QUESTIONS.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 37, 11 January 1895, Page 27

IT IS EASY TO ASK QUESTIONS.

A child can ask questions that a wise man can't answer. Yes ; and there are some questions that the ablest doctors don't like to have people ask them. Say a question of this sort— while we are about it, however, we might as well tell the story straight away and have done with it.

Mra Sarah Mace was very ill with influenza. That was in February, 1892, tha time of the epidemic. The attack was severe. She was suddenly seized with a violert pain in the bead (both front and back) and temples. She had oain in all her joints too, and was hot and feverish. She went to bed aod sent for the doctor. He came, examined her, took her temperature— over 100 degrees and end very little, like a wise man. The lady could not turn herself in bed. She lived on slops, such as milk ard bioth ; she could not swallow a morsel of solid food. Her husband pressed her to take strong food, sayinj, "If You don't eat, you will starve." Right enough ; but he forgot that when one can't eat he can't eat, and there's an end.

Well she got weaker and weaker, and fell away until there wasn't much left of her bat skin and bone. Then in her anxiety she put her question : " Doctor, do you think I shall get well ?"

The doctor's answer was true and hones' ; we like and reßpect him for it. He said, " Mrs Mace, Ido not know." He couldn't tell. Neither couH any other doctor. No, not even if he had a string of titles to his name as long as a kite's tail. But she did get well? Wait a bit. We must hark back a minute now.

Along about the 10th of March, 1880, Mrs Mace began to feel tired, languid, and weary, as if her work were too much for her, she said. She had a bad taste in the mouth, poor appetite, and whatever she ate gave her pain at the cheet and heart. " I had," she continues. " a dull heavy pain at the right side and between the shoulders, »nd a sinking feeling at 11»1 1» pit of the stomach, and a rising of foul gas in my throat. Later on 1 had rheumatic pains in my heart, chest, and back. I sent for v doctor who attendwd me for six weekß, but I <?ot worse. One day the cook said, ' Why don't yon try Mother Sjigel's Curative Syrup ? ' — this being a medicine my mistress (I was living with a lady in Camden Town") kept in the house for family use, I did BJ, and was soon as strong as ever.

Years fled away, and in 1881 she had the first attack of inflaenza, and in 1892 the second, already described .n part. We now complete the account of the 1892 attack.

Mrs Mace sa} 8 : 'The doctor continue 1 to attend me for five weeks, and I took hiß medicines for that time, but gained no strength. After having suffered for seym weeks I said to my husband, ' I will now see what Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup will do fo? me. Perhapß it may cure iofluenz-i as well as other ailments.' I carried oat this resolution ; began taking the Syrup, and was soon oi my feet a/am, and have since kept in excellent health, taking an occasional dose when needed. CSigaed) Sarah Mack. Monk's Farm, Great Warley, Brentwood, Essex. August 27th, 1892."

Now we have never advertised Mother Seigel's Oarative Syrnp as a remedy for influenza. Tat the facts stated by Mrs Mace cannot be disputed. What is the conclusion 1 A very simple one indeed. Hhe did not have influenza until her system bad been debilitated by indiges'ion and dyspepsia. It is such people generally (almost wholly) that all epidemic diseases attack. Tna dreaded cholera scarcely ever touches anybody except a dyspeptic — cholera is a malady of the bowels only. The more we hear of disease the more the proof piles up showing that persons with a tound digestion are Bi.fa againat dying of anything except violence or old aga. Toe Syrup cured Mrs Mace's influenza by taking the ground it stood on— the torpidity of her digestion, She once aßked, " Doctor, do you think I shall get well ?" Time and Mother Seigel have said, " Yes." i