IT IS EASY TO ASK QUESTIONS.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 38, 18 January 1895, Page 27

IT IS EASY TO ASK QUESTIONS.

A child can aik 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.

Mrs Sarah Mace was very ill with influenza. That was in February, 1892, the 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 pain in all her joints too, and was hot and feverish. She went to bed and sent for the doctor. He came, examined her, took her temperature— over 100 degrees— and said very little, like a wise man. Ihe lady could not turn herself in bed. She lived on slops, such as milk and bioth ; she coald not swallow a morsel of solid tood. Her husband pressed her to take strong food, saying, "If You don't eat, you will starve." Bight 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 but 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 respect him for it. He said, " Mrs Mace, Ido not know." He couldn't tell. Neither could 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 1 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 foi her, she said. She bad a bad taste in the mouth, poor appetite, and whatever she ate gave her pain at the chest and heart. " I had," she continues. " a dull heavy pain at the right side and between the shoulders, and a sinking feeling at tap pit of the stomach, and a rising of foul gas in my throat. Later on i had rheumatic pains in my heart, chest, and back. I sent for a doctor who attended me for six weeks, but I got worse. One day the cook said, • Why don't you try Mother Sdigel's Curative Syrup ? ' — thia being a medicine my mistress (I was living with a lady in Camden Town) kept in the house for family use. I did so, and was soon as strong as ever.

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

Mrs Mace sa^s: ' The doctor continued to attend me for five weeks, and I took his medicines for that tim^, but gained no strength. After having suffered for sevcsn weeks I said to my husband, ' I will now see what Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup will do foi me. Perhaps it miy cure ic.fluenzi as well as other ailments.' I carried out this resolution ; began taking the Syrup, and was soon oi my feet a/am, and have since kept in excellent health, taking an occasional doda when needed. (Signed) SARA.H Mack. Monk's Farm, Great Warley, Brentwood, Essex. August 27th, 1892."

Now we have never advertised Mother Seigel's Oarative Syrup aa a remedy for influenza. Yet the facts stated by Mrs Mace cannot be disputed. What is the conclusion ? A very simple oae indeed. Hhe did not have icfluerjza until her system had beeu debilitated by indigestion and dyspepsia, It is such people generally (almost wholly) that all epidemic diseases attack. Tne dreaded cholera scarcely ever touches anybody except a dyspeptic — cholera is a malady of iha bowels only. The more wo hear of disease the more the proof piles up showing that persons with a sound digestion are safa against dying of anything except violence or old age. The Syrup cured Mrs Mace's influenza by taking the ground it stood on— the torpidity of her digestion. She once asked, " Doctor, do you think I shall gat well ?" Time and Mother Seigel have said, " Yes."