THE GOOD SLEEP OF A BAD MAN.
In a certain prison that we have all heard of lay a Cunvict upon hii narrow iron ot. He was to be banged tha next morning, Yet ha lay there, c ivered by a rough blanket, sleeping as quietly Bnd soundly as a tired schoolboy. Occasionally the guard in tae passage outside peered between the bars of the ccl 1 , only to find his charge breathing deeply and regularly. Tois man had violated the law prohibiting murder; yet he had not violated the physic il laws governing his own body, and Nature rewar Jed him as if he had beau tbe noblest of his race That same night, lees than a mile a^ay, a rich man tosied and tumbled upon his luxurious bdd. Hj was a good and usefnl member of socie y. yet he could not s e»p Aid, worse sill, this happened ohi a every night. Sleep — thii bles*ingr, which tha Psalmijt says, " God giveth bis beloved, 1 ' was practically aa'ranger to this man. What ailei him? The tortures of conscience ? Want of money? The fear of enemies? N-ithng of the sort. Then why dida't he sleep as well as tbe murderer 1 You w.juld lika to know ? Ri^ht, let us look into the matter. " I got no sleep at night ; I would He for hours tos ing about. Iq the morning I was worse tired than when I went to bed." Thus writts Mrs Elizi Math9we, of 1, North Roa.l, Burnt Oik, Edgware, near London, under date of S ptember 22ad, 1892. Just two years bef >re this time who lost her health. A foul Uste in the month, loss of appetite, and great distress after eatinj were among the first things she complained of. She craved food at times, anJ fancied she could eat neartily, yet when tbe vary dishes she had asked for were set before her sha turned from them as though they were filth from the gutter. Her skin grew sallow, her eyes yellow, and she had a coustaot pain at her chest, sides, and between her shoulders. Her bowels were conatirp^ted, and the least exertion set her heart thumping as if it must jump up into her moutn. At such times it was as much as ever that BDe c m!d get her breatb. She got so thin and weak she was no gjoi for work. She couldn't walk out doors *uhout stopping to rest every few rods almost, The doctor did what be could Lr h>r, all any doctor could do. At first be eaid he thought her illness w. a -vmg to the smell of tbe farm-yard. This looked possible. Even the smell of violate haa made strorg men turn pala and faint dead away. Yot tha doctor was wrong. If he had been right, she would have got better when tbe family left the farm at Bentley Priory and went to live at Burnt Oak. But she was not improved by the change of air ; she grew woree and worse. " In May, 1887," Bays Mrs Mathews, " 1 went over to Ohelmsford to visit my aunt, Mrs Troughton. She told me of the good Mother Seigel'a Curative Syrup had done her when she had indigestion and dyspepsia. She bongUt me a botUe, and I begun taking it. After a few doses I fel f relief. 1 kept on taking it, and in two months I was strong and well as ever. My hunbaad and friends were astonished, yet 1 assured them that Seigel'a Syrup had done it. Yours truly, (Signed) Eliza Mathews." Tbe point is plain enough. The convict slept soundly because he was a heulthy man, although he was a wicked one. Gur rich friend rolled about all night because his nerves were unstrung by the state of bis stomach. Our correspondent was prostrated by the same thing — indigestion and djsoepaia. The remedy named cured her because it bas that poorer, Tbe reason remains a secret with tbe roots and herbs from which it is made. Yet so long as it drives away disease aod gives us back our health and strength, who cares for its mystery 1 Results, not arguments, are what we all waot. " Burnt Oak House, Edgware, September, 220 d, 1392. I have known Mrs Mathewa for some seven years, and remember her lo'ig and lingering illness. Sbe informs me that; Moiher Seigul's Curative Syrup cured her, after medical and o h?r means faikd. Mrs Ma' hews is a lady of respectability, ana her word can be implicitly relied no-on. You can use this statement in any way you may think proper. Yours truly, (Signed) T. H. Hou^e, Grocer and General Provision Ddaler, Burnt Oak Stores, Edgware."
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 46, 15 March 1895, Page 27
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788THE GOOD SLEEP OF A BAD MAN. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 46, 15 March 1895, Page 27
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