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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXV, Issue 46, 18 March 1898, Page 6

IN CASE OF FIRE. ♦ Your house talkes fire. What burns first ? The lightest and most inflammable stuff, of course — furniture, doors, shelves, floors, panelling and other woodwork. If it is a stone or brick house the walls will probably remain standing — a melancholy sight. Were not this a principle of universal application Mr. Meddinga would never have compared himself to a skeleton, as he does in the letter to which your attention is now invited. "In the autumn of 181)1," he says, "I foil into a low, weak state of health. My odrinary energy seemed to have gone out of me. I always felt tired aud languid, and couldn't account for it. Nothing seemed to rest me. I was as tired in the morning as when I went to bed. I had a bad taste in my mouth, my appetite was poor, and after meals I had a pain at my chest and left hide. " I was in this condition until the 14th of March, 1892, and then I had to give up work. The reason was, I was too weak to work. In fact, I was so weak that it was about as much as I could do to walk across the floor Besides this I had a dry, hacking cough ; and at night I sweat so the bedclothes were wet. Sometimes during the day cold, clammy sweats would break out all over me. I lost flesh rapidly, until I was like a skeleton. My mus les seemed to be shrunken and vvithen d. There was was no feeling of warmth in me ; it was as though my blood had gone cool and thin. I was too feeble and helpless to wash or dress myself, and people said I was wasting away, as though they exp 'Cted to see the end of it presently. " I consulted two doctors and they gave me medicine, but it did me no good. One day my aunt, Mrs. Benton, of Francis street, Walsall, called, and in the course of talk she said that the medicine that did her good when she was ill was Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Although it didn't look reasonable to believe that it could cure a case as bad as mine, nevertheless my wife got me a bottle from Mr, Grove, the chemist in Park street, and I commenced taking it. In a few days I found myself much better ; my appetite was better, and I had gained a little strength. '• To make the story short, I kept on taking the Syrup and continued to get better. As soon as 1 could digest my tood the night sweats and the cough abated, and in a few weeks I was able to go back to my work. That is two years ago, and since then I have been in good health for which I have to thank Mother Seigel's Syrnp. (Signed) Arthur Thomas Meddings, 115, Farringdon Street, Walsall, March Gth, 181)4." In a fire, as we said, it is the light, inflammable stuff that burns first. Thot's why Mr. Medding got to be i-o ghastly thin. The flesh or fat is the fuel of the body. Iv health it keeps up the warmth and furnishes the power. And to keep up the fuel we must eat. Now, disease is a conflagration ; it tries to burn the house up, and often does it. And it always burns the flesh up, more or less of it. The fat goes first, the muscles, etc , afterwards. That's the way of it. About that time the tenant mure* out. Our friend was well on towards that point. But it wasn't lung disease that ailed him, albeit he had the cough and the sweats. They go also with indigestion and dyspepsia — his real and only malady. He got feeblo and thin b cause his disease wouldn't allow the stomach to digest tood. Hence he consumed all the flesh he had stored up, and then (luckily for him) he began to take Mother Seigel's Syrup, which set his stomach and liver right, and gave his victuals a chance to feed him. All the same, it is d mgerous t> let a fire get headway. When it is in your body quench the first spark with Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. [A.]