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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVI, Issue 12, 29 July 1898, Page 28

NOT KNOWING WHAT ELSE TO DO. « To cave ourselves trouble and suffering by learning from the expert ence of others— that is the wisdom of history. Otherwise every generation, and every man and woman therein, would have to begin back where their ancestors did. Every soul of us has to learn the alphabet for himself ; but after that he can read and benefit by what others have written. Is that idea plain as peas in a split pod 1 Yes. Well, then, let me see whether it has anything to Bay to the facts set forth in the following letter :—: — ' After my confinement,' writes a woman, •in August of last year (1893), I could not get up my strength. My food did not seem to be of any use to me. In some way I was ill, but I could not give a name to the ailment. My tongue was swollen and thickly coated, and I was constantly spitting out the thick phlegm which gathered in my throat and mouth. No matter how little food I took — even a morsel— it gave me great pain at the chest and sides ; and sometimes it would dart through to my back between the shoulders. ' Often I would be sick, and heave and strain until I was quite sore. Then, again, a pain would take me in the stomach and cut through me like a knife. I had a dry, hacking cough which never left me, and I bweat terribly at night. The cough was so bad that I often had to hold my sides when I had spells of it. ' Nearly every bit of flesh went off my bones, and I got so weak I couldn't put my foot to the ground. People said I was in a conbuinption, and I had little hope of getting better. I was so nervous that the least noibe would startle and upset me. Those who called said it was pitiable to bee the condition I was in. ' I saw two doctors who gave me medicines, but I only got worse and worse. At the end of October (1893) 1 came by a small book telling about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and not knowing what clue to do, I tent to Mr. Baxter, the druggist, Brookhouse, and got a bottle. After I had taken it but a few days I w<is better. I could eat something, and it stayed on my stomach, and the pain was less severe. As I took dose after dose of the Syrup the improvement went on, all the bad feelings abated, and I gained strength. It was'nt long before the cough was quite gone, and I was well and strong as ever. ' After my recovery, a neighbour said to me, " Mrs. RedJiead, you have made my heart sad many a time when I saw you so bad." -« ' " Thank you," I replied, " and I, was sad enough myself, but Mother Seigel's Syrup has made me glad again, for it has given me back my good health." ' And in thankfulness for it I am very willing you should publish what I told you. (Signed) Mrs. Mary Jane Redhead, 73, Peter street. Blackburn, April 4th, 1891.' We congratulate Mrs. Redhead, and tender our regards to the kind -hearted neighbour who was so sorry for her. But what a pity that Mrs. R. didn't know in August what she learned in October — namely, that her disease was indigestion and flyspepsia, and that Mother Seigels Syrup is a cure for it ; some folks say the only cure. Well, we suppose ehe bad to wait her turn to find that out. There's a deal of mystery about these things. Anyway, she knows ?ivic, and the printing of her story will enable lots of other sufferers to begin where she left off. They won't take the Syrup as she did, not knowing what else to do, but they will take it the very day they fall ill, knowing that to be exactly the right thing to do. „<%

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