THEY CREEP ON US UNAWARES.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVI, Issue 25, 27 October 1898, Page 6

THEY CREEP ON US UNAWARES.

Thousands of the good people who read these articles have grey hairs in plenty. Are you one of them ? If so, do you remember when you saw the first grey hair — on your head, or in your beard, as the case may have been ? It was natural enough ; time is a bleacher as well as a dyer ; yet the discovery was a surprise, perhaps a shock to you. You didn't see that grey hair coming. All at onee — it was there.

Now behold how many worse things are like that, and learn a valuable lesson.

'Up to March, 189],' says Mr. John Murray, ' I never had any illness in my life. Then, suddenly, as it were, I felt that something was wrong with me. At first I had an awful bitter taste in the mouth, and after eating I had a pain at the chest and a horrible Bentation at the stomach, as of a hot iron burning me.

' I vomited all the food I partook of, and sometimes I threw up blood. Nothing I ate would remain on my stomach more than a, few minutes, and I was afraid to take any solid food. Even miik and slops distressed me.

' Being unable to leave the house I sent for a doctor, who said that my stomach was ulcerated. He gave me medicines of different kinds, and recommended applications ; but nothing gave me any aelief, and I grew worse and worse. ' In spite of the soothing drops I took I got no sleep night or day. The p.un was so severe I could not lie down iv bed.

'After four months suffering I was removed to the Grantown Hospital, where I had the best medical treatment and diet. I was fed solely on liquid food, and my stomach was so inflamed and sore that I threw up most of it. After five weeks in the hospital I was worse than ever and returned home. There I lingered on in great pain and weakness mouth after month. I was now pale as death, and so weak I could not draw one foot after the other.

' I had given up all hopes of recovery, and was gradually wasting away, expecting no relief except in death, which 1 thought could not be far aw ay.

'This was in February, 1892. It was then I first heard of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and made up my tnind to ste whether there could possibly bo any virtue in it fjr so desperate a case as mine.

' Not being able to procure the Syrup in our neighbourhood my son wrote to London for a supply. It may seem hard to believe, but it is true, that the first few doses gave me welcome relief. Continuing to take it I was soon able to take nourishing food, and felt my strength coming back. After a little all pain left me and I have never ailed anything since ; but can follow the hounds and — do any kind of work.

' I thank my Creator for making Mother SeigeVs Syrup known to me, for without it I should now ba in my grave. I tell everybody that it saved my life. You are welcome to publish this to all the world. (Signed) John Murray, Gragmore Cottage, Abernethy (near Balmoral), Grantown, August 28th, ISiK-J.'

Mr. Murray is a man of high character, and well known in the district. He is in the employ of D. J&rdine, Esq., of Rairock Lodge. His disease was acute inflammatory dyspepsia, for an attack of which (unconsciously to himself) his system had long been preparing. ' What sennit a sudden ilhicst,' says an eminent physician, ' is but the clima.c of a scries oj changes which hare been </oing on for a considerable time, the slight wanting symptoms not having been noticed, by the patient.' So grey hairs come. So disease comes. So death comes. Watch for the earlier signs and keep Mother Seigei's Syrup close at hand. „%