THEN DON'T WATCH THE POT.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXV, Issue XXV, 24 December 1897, Page 31

THEN DON'T WATCH THE POT.

A watched pot never boils, and a watched clock never goes. Nothing is quick enough for impatience. Minutes, hours, and days are mere words after all. We are hapj y — a day is but an hour. We are miserable — an hour is a day. From the summer of I.S'.K) to the autumn of 1892 wasn't long to contented and busy people ; but to Mrs. Annie Dutton it seemed like one of those tremendous geologic periods that the learned men talk about. For it was measured by weary heart-beats and footsteps taken in pain. Her trouble began as it begins with an uncounted multitude of women — the tired and languid feeling, the disgust with food, the distress after eating, the coated tongue, the grinding pain at the pit of the stomach, the nausea and vomiting of acid fluids etc. — a dreary list.

Writing of her experience recently, she says : " After a time I had so much distress that I never wanted anything to eat ; the very sight of it made me bick. Night after night came, bringing sleep to others, but not to me. I was low, miserable, and worn out, and would sit for hours all alone, wishing for no company. And then ■to nervous. Why. the slightest noi-e startled me.

'■ Two terrible years of this 1 was dragged through. In that time 1 lost four stone in w r eight, growing continually weaker. I consulted doctor after doctor, but they were not able to do me any real good. I trird change of air, yet was disappointed in my hope of any advantage from it. I only lost ground, and became more and more feeble.

Then came unexpected help. In September, lSi)2, a neighbour of mine told me of the good Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had done her, and urged me to try it. I had heard this medicine well spoken of for years ; still I had no fai jh that it would benefit me in my condition. However, my husband got me the Syrup from Derby, and attt r I had taken it a few duys I felt bjtter. I could eat once more, and my food ngreed with me. Alter 1 had u»id three bottles I was a new woman. lit <ix irt 1J : and I ha\ o been in good hcalih ever since. Now 1 locommend the Kjrnp to all <iur customtrs and friends, and so do"* my husband. — Yonis truly, (Signul) Annie Dutton, Nottingham Itoai, Borrowash, mar Derby, Uciol;t_r (!ih. IJi!)3."

A- to the opening symptoms, tho nairative of Mrs Susannah Duvt so is identical with that of Mr--. Dutiou, so we need not repeat than.

"In ' ctuber. lS'.Ki,"" says Mrs. Durose. " I read about Mother Seigol's Syrup in a little boik. I got a bottle, and after taking it a short time I was <\e!l as e\cr, although I urn 78 year* old. My daughter, -\\ ho suffered from w cakuesa and neiualgia. took the Syrup w itii s;r< at bent-lit. 1 know many others who ha\c bien cured by it alter all otlur means have failed.— -Yours truly. (Signed) Susannah Durose. Hawthorn Cottage, Boiroua.-h near Derby, October Gth, lMlli."

The latter L dy would be c;ill<_d 'very old, as she is "S ; and, as lives average nowadays, she is eld. Ft wof us. peihaps none, have any hope of living as long as she has-. Why not ? " The days of our years arc three score years and ten,'' frays David. But most of the race fail to reach 70, while mnny exceed it There is no law, no edict, on the subject. We are each entitled to live as long as we can, and to be as happy as we can ; and both depend (accidents excepted) on health ; and health means, the continued natural action of the digestive process.

And that Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup promotes that, a host of witnesses in England alone have testified.