HE DID NOT GO TO AUSTRALIA.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXV, Issue 24, 15 October 1897, Page 31

HE DID NOT GO TO AUSTRALIA.

Nothing is easier than to recommend a man to go to Australia A dozen words or so out of your mouth and you have done it. But for him to act on your advice— that is a gray horse of another colour. You see, Australia is half-way round the world ; and to pull up stokes here and go there— family, interests and all— is a job no man takes in hand save for the strongest sort of reasons Yet that is what Mr. Emrys Morgan Price, grocer 'and tea merchant, of Trehaf od road, Hafod, S. V\ ales, was advised to do by a doctor at Merthyr. Now, we don't say but that the result, if Mr Price had gone, would have proved the doctor's judgment to be' sound ; but as it happened Mr. Price came out all right in the end by just staying at home. The facts are briefly these: In August, 1881, the customary choral competition took place at Abergavenny, and Mr Price attended. In some way— he fails to state how, and it doesn't matter— he took cold and had a chill. When he arrived home at JJowlais he could scarcely breathe. To draw his lungs full ot air was quite impossible. In fact, he felt as if he were suffocating. Or course, there was no more thought of singing ; the question was one of getting breath enough to live on. He at once tried that good old-fashioned remedy, mustard plasters, putting them on his chest and perhaps on his back between the shoulder blades Tuey relieved him for the time, as we might expect. But mustard pl.isters do one thing— no more. They draw some blood from the inflamed parts to the surface ; that's all. When they have set up a bit of mild counter-irritation they are done ; they don't get down to deep causes. And here there was a deep cause. We will point it out presently. There was a constant whistling noise in his throat, he says You hear it in children when they have croup. It means that the air passages are contracted and the breath has to pass violently through a small orifice. Disease has often strangled people to death that way. "Next," he says, "a violent cough set in I couched and spat up thick phlegm nit^ht and day." This meant more and worse inflammation, and shows us the epectadeof Nature trying to get ri lof the product— the phlegm or mucus. But to co.yh night and day! Think of it. What bsji.mcs of a man's appetite and sleep/ You can imagine. No wonder the doctor at Merthyr was anxious and suggested a change of climate. °

!■ till, Mr. Price, as we have said, remained at home and consulted otner physicians, one at Dowlais and one at Hafod. All the doctors agre' d that their patient was suffering from acute bronchitis and very properly treated him. for that. Yet somehow their medicines failed to effect any real and radical good. That they were temporarily helpful we may not doubt. But, you see brOnchitis, once seated, is an obstinate and progressive ailment. It has a tendency to take up new ground and to get down on the lun^s the re ibon beiny; that the lining o f the air passages and of the lungs is a'l one thing. So an affeotion of any part of it, it' not cured, snruads like fire in dry grass.

As time went on," says Mr. Price, '• I got weaker and weaker and my breathing became distressing to hear. All my friends thought I was in a consumption, and as a sister of mine had died from that complaint, I naturally felt alarmed, indeed, one night in July, 1885, I was so bad that my wife thought I was dying." Happily the lady was mistaken, yet death sometimes comes with fearful suddenness in that complaint, and her fear was very reasonable. At that time, please remember, our good friend had suffered about four years, and was in a state of low vitality. The whole body was feeble and exhausted, and there would have been nothing surprising in a fatal termination. But a better result was in store as we shall now see. '

Mr. Price's letter, dated August lGth, 1893, concludes in these words :— " Better and worse I continued in the power of this malady year after year, and had given all hopes of ever getting better In February, 1887, after having endured it five and a half years I read of a person at Pontypool having been cured of the same thing by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I got a supply of it and in a few days I felt relief. I kept on with it and gradually improved. In six months the cough had left vie and I was a well man. Since then I have been sound as a bell. If you like you may publish my statement and I will gladly answer any inquiries (Signed) Emrys Morgan Price." Good 1 That is pleasant and cheering to hear. One word— an important word. Bronchitis, pneumonia, rheumatism, gout nervous disorders, liver complaint, kidney trouble, and most of our familiar diseases are caused by poison in the blood ; and the poison is produced by stomach fermentation, indigestion, and dyspepsia Consumption itself comes in the same way. Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup drives out the poison and stops the manufacture of more That's why it cured Mr. Price and will cure anybody. '