MR DUANE, OF AUCKLAND.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIII, Issue 35, 27 December 1895, Page 8

MR DUANE, OF AUCKLAND.

We shall print the whole of Mr Isaac Duane'a letter, only regretting that it is not longer. He might have mentioned that Jane, the month in which he wrote, is the coldest month in the year in his country, and January the hottest. He might also have reminded as that New Zealand is almost as large as Great Britain, with a much more desirable climate. He might further have said that it is a wholesome pi cc to live it, as it contains few physical sources of disease, and possesses no insect so noxious as the English wasp. Yet oo reading bis letter we Bhall find tbat those attractive islands in tbe far Southern fea are not free from an enemy we are called upon to fight here in England as elsewhere throughout tbe world.

" I have much pleasure in writing you," says Mr Duane, "as to roe it is a privilege aa well as a duty io describe an experience in which I am confident you will be interested.

' Ever since I waa a boy I have not only Buffered from indige:tion in its worst form, but I have been a martyr to it. Such success in life as 1 have achieved has been in the f .cc of the constant oppoaiti >n set up by this miserable complaint. All its symptoms are familiar to me as tbe smoke of London is to a dweller iv that iat her grim old city. The bad taste in the mouth, the fitful appetite, the distress in tbe stomach after eating, tbe pains in tbe chest and back, the dull headache, the sense of weariness and fatigue, the depression of spirits, trie want of ambition to taka bold of aay labour, the weakness resulting from lack of sufficient nourishment, *a— all these were part and parcel of my life from my youth to a time I am going to apeak of in a moment,

I can only accmnt for it by assuming that I must have inherited a tendency to this disease. At all events it cast a gloom over my whole history up to the date of my recent happy deliverance. The record of the sleepless, wretched nights I passed would make Almost a volume by iiaolf . limes beyond counting I have arisen from my bed in the morning, glad the oignt was gone, and yet ia Dofratneof mind to welcome (be day. To the chronic dyspeptic rest does not briog strength as it d es to others.

You will hardly need to be told that I made every tffort to obtain a care. 1 tried medicine after medicine — now something I thought of myself and then something advertised in the newspapers. And as to doctors (agaiDßt whom I desire to say not a word), I tried one after another, and faithfu'ly used the prescriptions they gave me; but nothing more than temporary relief came of it.

" About four years ago a friend apoca to me of the great reputation of Mother Beigel's Syrup in curing all ailments of tbe digestion, and urged me to make a trial of it. I might as well say frankly that I had little faith that it would do me any good ; tut I was in such pain that I was in a mooJ to try anything that offered tbe remotest chance cf a cure. So I bought a bottle, and tbe very first dose made me feel better. This was so cheering and hopeful that I continued taking the Syrup, and to my surprise I grew better and better until I waß cured. All the aymptons which made my life a burden for so I many yeats are now goat, and lam a d.fi rent man, If ever, from any cause, I have a temporary recurrence of indigestion, a few dose* of Mother's Seigel's Syrup produces immediate relief, and leaves me in good health. You have my full consent to publish this letter. I am well known in Auckland, and always glad to tell »ny one by word of mouth what a wonderful cure your rtniedy worked in my case (Signed) Isaac Duane, cjachbuilder, Karaugahope Road, Auckland, New Z<«alaud, June 25tb, 1895."

Our home readers will perceive that not in England alone bat in far distant quarters of the globe thm celebrated med'cine is knuwn, and is eucct'Bsful where others do not avail. It is thet moat commonplace of truths thai its praises are Bounded wherever civilisation ex* tends, and almost in every written language the name ol Mother Seigel's Syrup finds an acknowledged place.