SEVEN POUNDS IN ONE WEEK.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXII, Issue 14, 2 August 1895, Page 9

SEVEN POUNDS IN ONE WEEK.

Not every man who !s thin would thank you for fattening him, Ht doesn't want to be fat, and for very good reasons. Unnecessary fat is a load to carry about ; it interferes with a man's power to work, shortens bis wind, and dalls bis wits. Yet, oo the other hand, a certain amount of flesh is needed for health and comfort. For example : A man five feet high should weight about 1201 bs ; a man five feet six iocheß, 1451bs ; a man six feeut, 17816°. I r is a regular ascending scale. The insurance companies allow a variation of 7 per cent, above or below it, and beyond those limits charge an extra premium. One shouldn't be much over or under his proper weight if he wants to be sound and hearty — and we all do want that. Now we will tell you how Mr Thomas Crosby, being under weight, gained seven pounds in a week. He had lost 1J stone, which is t o much off for a man who was never fleshier thaa he naturally ought to be It was this way. He was right enough up to May, 1891 At that time he began to feel ill and out of sorts. He bad « naßty taste in his mouth — like rotten eggs, be says — and a tick, slimy stnfE came on his gums and teeth. Hia appitite failed, and what he did eat was, as you might say, under compulsion ; and right afterwards he would have great pain in hiq stomach and chest. Plainly, something was amiss with him in that region. He was often dizzy, and cold chills ran over him as though he were threatened with fever. Of course we should expect a man who is handled in this way to lose strength. Mr Crosby lost strength. In fac f , be got so weak and nervous that he shook all over, and his hands trembled as if a current ( f electricity were running through him. To use his own* words : "I rapidly loßt fleßb, was 1} stone ighter, and could hardly walk about. Once my parents thought I was dying, and sent in haste for the doctor. I saw two doctors in Epworth and one at Haxey, but tbey were not able to help me. Onr vicar, Rev Mr Overton, recommended me to the Lincoln Infirmary where I attended for eight weekaasanoutdooi patient, without benefit. Soon afterwards Mr Sharp, a chemist, at Epworth, spoke to me of the virtues of a medicine known as Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Being interested in what he said, I left off trying other things and began taking this Pyrup. In a few days I lelt better, and presently I gained seven pounds in a week. At that rate I soon got back to my work, ami have bad 'he best of health ever since I tell these facts to everybody, and am perfectly willing they should be published. Yours truly (Signed), Tom Cbosby, Ferry Road, Epworth, via Doncaster, December, 23rd, 1892" Af'er reading Mr Crosby's story we scarcely need to aßk why be lost flet>h. Tbe minute be stopped eating and digesting his usual allowances of food he begin to fall away. Tree 0 , they say, grow as much from the a'r by means of their leaves as they do from tbe soil. But men don't. They've got to be built up through iheir stomachs. Indigestion and dyspepsia (Mr Crosby's complaint) stops this process and poisons i hone who h*ve it, besides. That accounts for all the painful and dangerous symptoms our friend speaks of. The doctors do whrtt they can, but, unluckily, they don't possess the medicine that goes to the bottom of this disease and cures it. The remedy is Mo her Hpigel'n Curative Syrup, and nothii.g else, bo far as we know. It restores digestion, and Uigeßtiou covers the bones with fat enough for health and good looka

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