"Two Per Cent Off My Life."

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 364, 30 April 1903, Page 5

"Two Per Cent Off My Life."

It was in a court of justice adjoining the hideously gloomy prison of Newgate, a point at which the misery and crime of London have for centuries been focussed. A young man, scarce past boyhood, stood before the late Lord Chief Justice Coleridge, charged with embezzlement. He was a bright, intelligent youth, somewhat better educated than the average English clerk, but not clever enough to make one sovereign do fh.e work of five, so he had embezzled his employer's money in order to live according to his taste. The employer ohjeof ed, hence the scene of which we have a vivid recollection. After reading him a fatherly lecture, the eminent judge sentenced the delinquent to two years imprisonment. " Two years ! " exclaimed the convict, as he was led away. "Two per cent off my life if I live for n hundred years." Ttes, two years makes a distinct notch i the life even of a centenarian ; and then, y. •• see, very few of us can reasonably hope o become centenarians, which makes tl- - worse. Notwithstanding the bene<i' - conferred upon humanity by our mar ■ % lously improved sanitary arrangeme- '<■> modern habits and customs don't on ♦'<■.> whole tend towards increased length of "f Tt is, therefore imperative that every "•* • should as vigilantly watch that he lose time by transgressing the laws of heal*-' it is that he should avoid transgressor b law« of the land ; for the first of these t-'•■?*••> gressions is responsible for a vastly h*a - amount of lost time than can be '• the second.

" After suffering from indigestion for over two years I was completely oured by Mother Seigel's Syrup in five weeks." Thus writes Miss Helena Easten, of 50. Pacific street Newcastle, N.S.W., on October 21st, 1902. Miss "Easton is a young lady of about twenty-six summers, just at that golden period of life which cannot be abbreviated by two years, or even two months, without inspiring infinite regret. Misa Eaßton continues: "In the summer of 1898, when residing in Auburn St., Goulburn (of which city I am a native), I first became conscious that my health was giving away. My appetite -left me, and I fell laneuid, weak and nervous. The little food I ate caused dreadful pains in the chest and stomach, to say nothfng of many other distressing symptoms. A doctor whom I consulted informed me that my complaint waa acute indigestion, but his treatment did me no good whatever. The efforts of a second doctor being equally futile, I took a great variety of patent medicines, which in turn were recommended to me by various friends. But I did not find that any of them did me the least good* And so for two years I grew paler, thinner amd feebler. I never went out, but moped about the house all day, dull and listless, the slightest effort being painful to me. Noise, or excitement of any kind would cause my heart to palpitate violently, after which it would almost cease to beat. While I was in this miserable condition a lady friend, Mrs W Cook, came from Sydney to spend with us the Christmas holidays of 1900. This lady persuaded me to try Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, at the same time asserting that she knew several persons who had derived great benefit from it, and that she was ture it was the only thing that would do me good. I accepted her advice, and acting upon it, found that in a surprisingly short space of time—before indeed I had finished the second bottle—Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup bad wrought a change in my condition and appearance which nothing else had been able to effect. I could eat and sleep ; the heart trouble disappeared ; rnd I recovered all my old-time capacity forworK and the pleasures of life. At the distance t>t time, I entertain no^-doubt whatever t \ •»- \ my oure is absolutely permanent."