Default

Default

This article displays in one automatically-generated column. View the full page to see article in its original form.

SPEAKING OF LONG AGO.

To-day, as I pen these lines, one picture from the long-vanished past rises in my memory as clearly as though it hung on a wall before my very eyes. It is of a boy about fourteen years old, propped up in a great arm-chair with pillows and bed-clothes, and gazing through a window. He is just convalescing after a long and dangerous illness, and is still thin, pale, and weak. The strong arms of his loving father have taken him from the bed and placed him snugly by the window in order that he may see his playmates at their games in the snow ; for the time is mid-winter. They wave their hands to him and he waves his hand feebly to them. The scene is from my own boyhood, forty years ago. What magic has conjured it up now ? Only a sentence from a letter. This : " I was so weak that for years I had to be carried upstairs to b*i." A lady speaks thus of her girlhood. What a pitiable thing. It is not what nature meant ; but alas 1 too often what really happens in this perverted world. Children should never suffer pain, for pain is punishment. For whose offence, then surely not their own— do the little ones sicken and die by uncounted millions ? " From childhood," so runs the letter, " I was always delicate. When fourteen years old I got a chill on the lungs which left me in a weak state. Indeed, I was always tired and weary, and never knew what it was to feel strong." Now, tell me, if you can, what sadder reading one is apt to come upon than this I Fancy a young girl being always tired, weary, and weak ! — too weak to climb the stairs to her own bed ! so feeble and lifeless as to require to be carried over the house through which she should have skipped and danced like a fawn. What had so crushed her ? Disease ? What disease and how caused ? " I was very pale," continues the letter ; "My feet were cold and clammy, and hot sweats now and again burst over me. My appetite was poor ; and, after eating, I suffered such pain at the chest and sides that it often amounted to agony ; and the palpitation of the heart was so bad that many times I got no sleep at night on account of it." " After a time," says the writer, " I could take liquid nourishment only, my stomach being too weak to retain anything solid. Thus, I gradually wasted away until I was nothing but skin and bone. I had not even strength to walk across the floor ; and all who saw me said it was impossible that I should ever get well. " From time to time I saw doctor after doctor, and twice went to the Sherborne Hospital, but received no benefit from the treatment there, last the doctors said that both my chest aud bowels were ulcerated and that there teas no hope of my recovery. I was now so bad that I could take nothing but weak brandy and water— and that only occasionally. " In this hopeless condition I lingered on until March, 1890, when I heard of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Although I had given up all hope of deriving any benefit from any medicine, I nevertheless, sent for a bottle of the Syrup, and after having taken it for a few days I found myself a little better. This led me to continue using it, and shortly I was able to take solid food, and the sickness gradually left me. Holding to this medicine — the only one that had ever helped me — I grew stronger and stronger until I was in good health. Without Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup I should never have recovered ; and you must try to imagine how grateful I feel. I can never put my thankfulness in words. Yours truly (Signed) (Mrs.) Mary Jane Hilliar, Rimpton, near Sherborne, Dorset, March 9th, 1893." We rest at this. Here is a life history. How can we comment on it adequately ? What a pity that this woman should have so suffered 1 What a satisfaction to know that she suffers no more ! And yet — the lost time, the lost happiness ! Ah, yes ! Mother Seigel had reason enough to induce her to labour as she did to relieve her sister women. Thank Heaven for her success. Mrs. Hilliar's real diease was of the stomach — indigestion and dyspepsia ; inherited, probably, and made chronic by circumstances. The remedy she finally used cured this, and so freed her from all the symptoms and results. How kindly are the arms that carry us in our weakness. How glorious not to need them I

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.
Permanent link to this item
Bibliographic details
Word Count
794

SPEAKING OF LONG AGO. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 7, 11 June 1897

  1. New formats

    Papers Past now contains more than just newspapers. Use these links to navigate to other kinds of materials.

  2. Hierarchy

    These links will always show you how deep you are in the collection. Click them to get a broader view of the items you're currently viewing.

  3. Search

    Enter names, places, or other keywords that you're curious about here. We'll look for them in the fulltext of millions of articles.

  4. Search

    Browsed to an interesting page? Click here to search within the item you're currently viewing, or start a new search.

  5. Search facets

    Use these buttons to limit your searches to particular dates, titles, and more.

  6. View selection

    Switch between images of the original document and text transcriptions and outlines you can cut and paste.

  7. Tools

    Print, save, zoom in and more.

  8. Explore

    If you'd rather just browse through documents, click here to find titles and issues from particular dates and geographic regions.

  9. Need more help?

    The "Help" link will show you different tips for each page on the site, so click here often as you explore the site.

Working