A CASE OF NERVOUS PROSTRATION RESULTING FROM INDIGESTION.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 4, 22 May 1896, Page 9

A CASE OF NERVOUS PROSTRATION RESULTING FROM INDIGESTION.

They say that misery loves company, and they have bad it so often it has passed into a proverb. Yet it isn't an all-ronod truth. Sime kinds of misery detest company. They want to be left alona. They hate to be elbowed and questioned and talked to. A wounded dog will always crawl into some retired place by itself. Tbe iostinct of badly injured men after a battle is tbe same. Ailments tbat are mostly fancy tend to set tongues wagging. But real, genuine and dangerous diseases don't incite to speech. Crises which are big with fate usually come and go in quiet. That is wby Mrs Scuffham had no desire for tbe society of even her b«st friends at a certain time she is going to tell us about. " Up to April, 1881," she writes, " I never knew what it was to be ill. At tbat time I began to feel that something was amiss with me. I had co relish for my meals, and after eating my chest felt heavy and painful, and my heart would beat and thump as though it meant to leap out of its plaop. Presently I became so swollen round the waist tbat I waa obliged to unloose my clotbiDg, as I could not bear anything to touch tbat part of my body. " Even the lightest food gave me pain ; a little fish setting my heart to beating at a great rate. My feet were cold, and cold, clammy sweats would break out all over me, leaving me exhausted and worn ont. At night I got no sleep to speak of, and in tbe morning I felt worse tired than when I went to bed. I also suffered a great deal from my feet being puffed up and sore. I could scarcely get about the house. When I went shopping I had to ride to the town and back ai I coald only walk a few yards.

As time went on I lost my flesh and Btrength more and more, and gave up hope of ever recovering the precious health I had so sadly lost-. I took medicines and consulted a clever doctor at Derby who examined me and said my hetrt was weak. He also gave me medicines, but I got only temporary ease from tbem, and in a short time was as bad as before. All this time I was so nervous and depressed that I had no desire for company. On the contrary, I seemed to want to be alone with my misery. Even a knock at tbe door frightened me, as though I expected bad news, yet I did not really. My nerves and fancies ran away with my knowledge and judgment. Thousands of women who have suffered in this way will understand what I mean. Year after year I remained in this condition, and what I went through I cannot put in words, nor do I wish to try. It will answer the purpose to say that I existed thus for eleven and a half years, as much dead as alive. I spent pounds on pounds in physic, but wai not a wbit the bettpr for any of it. In October, 1892. a book was left at our house, and I read in it of cases like mine being cured by Mother Heigel's Syrnp. I got a bottle from Mr Bardel, the chemist, in Normanton street, Derby, and when I had taken this medicine for a few days, my appetite was better and I had lees pain. I kept on taking it, and soon my food agreed with me and I gained strength. " After this I never looked behind mr, but steadily got stronger and stronger. When I had taken three bottles I was quite like a new wom*n. All the nervousness had left me, and my heart was Bound as a bell. Since then I have enjoyed gool health, and all who know me say my recovery is remarkable. lam confident that Mother Seilgel's Syrup was the means, in tbe hands of Providence, of saving my life ; and out of gratitude, and in hope of doing good, I freely consent to the publication of this statement.— (Signed) (Mrs) Ann Scuffham, Cooper's Lane, Laceby, Grimsby, May Ist, 1895." This letter is endorsed by Mr William J. Tollerton.of the same town, wbo vouches for the truth of whit Mrs Scuffmau has said, as he personally knew of tbe circumstances of her illntea at tbe time they occurred. No comment can add a jot to the force of this open, candid, and sincere communication. Whosoever reads it must needs be moved and convinced by it. The disease which fi led thii woman's life with pain and misery for nearly twelve years was indigestion or dyspepsia, an ailment sly and cunning as a snake in the grass— and as dangerous. Send for the bock of which Mrs Scoff aam speaks, and read the symptoms in order that you may know what it is, and bow to deal with it. The book costs you nothing, yet it would be worth buying as if every leaf were hammered gold.