Mr. W. T. ROSE DOES NOT THINK, HE IS SURE.

Kaikoura Star, Volume XIX, Issue 2115, 13 November 1900, Page 7

Mr. W. T. ROSE DOES NOT THINK, HE IS SURE.

HE CANNOT PROPERLY PICTURE

The Horrors of Hs Hhess.

The Case of Mr. William Thomas Rose {From the “Nepean (Penrith, N.S.W.) Times.”) (BY OUR SPECIAL REPORTER.) A report having reached this office to the effect that Mr. VV. T. Rose,_ of High-street, Penrith, had some time since established himself in firm health by the opportune use of a certain remedy after suffering for a long time from a stubborn and dangerous illness, our reporter called at Mr. Rose’s house, and asked him what ailed him some time back. “ Well,” replied that gentleman, “ I was afflicted with A Terrible Nervous Complaint. It came upon me when I was weakened, and my constitution shattered by a long continued internal complaint. I caught cold when out on an all-night fishing excursion, and on returning home was seized with griping cramps at the bottom of the stomach. While it lasted the pain was simply excruciating. I was bent double with pain, with my two hands pressed upon my stomach. I changed to a deadly colour, and couldn’t utter a word. It felt as thougli my bowels were tried in knots. Gradually the cramps subsided, and left me free for two or three days. Then the spasms came on again. The torment was worse than befere. Once more I slowly recovered, but only to be seized again and again with these racking spasms. Often in the height of the anguish I positively thought I should be snuffed out. ‘One minute more of this agony,’ I said to myself, * and I shall be a dead man.’ I slowly got weaker and weaker. Every seizure left me worse.” “ Did you get no advice ? ” Mr. Rose laughed at the question. “ I should think I did,” he replied. “ I tried everything, but nothing I used at that time could ward off the cramps, or even give me relief.” “ I suppose you had other symptoms ?” “ Yes, my one-time splendid appetite deserted me, and whatever I did eat gave me a Painful Feeling of Oppression right here (Mr. Rose placed his hand on the lower portion of his chest to indicate the spot). Wearisome headaches troubled me, and a sharp, twinging pain between the shoulders frequently made itself felt. In the morning I found my tongue thickly coated with a disagreeable substance. My breath was foul, and after every attempt to eat, wind would generate in my stomach.” “ Your liver was affected, perhaps?” “ Yes, very badly; but I hardly know what portion of my body was not afflicted. Then my nerves began to go. That was the last straw. I had battled as cheerfully as possible against my disease, but now this new infliction made me Downhearted Beyond Expression. When I stood up I was so giddy and shaky that I had to take hold of something to steady myself. I was frightened to walk across the road. All night long I lay in bed all of a shake, and twitching frightfully. All sorts of Foolish and Unwarrantable Terrors would crowd into my mind. I had to sit up in bed, I really dare not lie down. My despondency increased day by day. I can’t describe the awful nervousness that was upon me. I went into a shaking fit through nothing at all. The blessing of sleep was denied me. My nights were one long misery, and I dreaded the approach of bed time. Sometimes I was unable to get out of bed, and at other times I sat up brooding over my misfortunes, trying to imagine what it would be like to be well and strong once more.” “ I suppose you had the attention of a doctor ? ” “Yes, I had as many as five different doctors, but none of them could cure me. Some slight temporary relief was all that I ever obtained from their medicines, and I was ..soon as bad as ever again, if not worse. L>l also obtained all sorts of physic from the chemists, and my wife bought me many medicines which were warranted to cure me straight off.” “ But they didn’t do it ’” “ They were all rubbish,” said Mr. Rose, emphatically just new-fangled catchpennies; but you know how a sick the weakest iipfiQ.”

“ I threw them up again often as not; they wouldn’t stop on my stomach, and I spent pounds and pounds on them, and all for no result. When I now look back and think of the WSiserable State I was in then I truly wonder I survived. Why, do you know that I fell away from 11 stone to 8 stone odd. I was a mere shadow of my once strong and robust condition. My bones were almost coming through my skin. 1 was come to the Last State of Misery. The present was full of gloom and suffering, and the future held out to me little hope of recovery. At last I gave up all hope of ever getting better. I was as bad as a man could be and still live. In fact, I no longer cared what happened to me. Hope was quite dead. Then my wife came to me with (lements Tonic. ‘You must give this a trial,’ she said. ‘lt's no use,’ I said to her, ‘there’s no medicine in the world that can lift me up again, I’ve Surak Teo Low.’ She pressed me to try just one dose, and as it was easier to take a spoonful than to argue, 1 took some. My wife then insisted on me taking the doses regularly.” What elleut did Clements Tonic have?” “ Marvellous—it was like the touch of a magician’s wand. You never saw a man geb better so quickly as I did. The cramps in my stomach entirely ceased. My liver began to resume its proper functions. My digestion improved, and the food which formerly caused pain, wind, and distress now began to properly nourish My Worn Out Frame. A new hope sprang up. I began to bestir myself, for I felt I had found a remedy to which 1 could pin my faith. Aly nerves became stronger, and I had no more nervous twitchings. 1 had deeper and longer sleep every night. Under the invigorating influence of Clements Tonic g Threw Off Nervousness altogether. It was just like getting rid of a heap of cankering chains. Instead of being despondent I was now hopeful, if not cheerful. I came along astonishingly. I was always hungry. I never seemed able to get enough to eat, and, naturally enough, I began to put on flesh. My nerves continually improved. I laughed at being nervous now. I soon regained my lost weight, and was able to go about my work again as well as ever. It was as though years had been put on my life.” “ You think Clements Tonic did this for you ? ” “I Don’t Think—l’m Sure. pi "’. l -.’ speaking, Clements Tonic dragged 1 at of the very jaws of death.” publishing this—you don’t be contrary, I wish it to be made f you hadn’t called upon me, it tion to make a special journey to to put my case in the papers. I wish to make the means of my miraculous recovery public as a duty 6 Owe to Mankind, and may it bring hope and health to others as it did to me.” As our reporter was turning away, Mr. Rose called after him :—“Now, don’t you imagine I’ve exaggerated my sufferings as some people think I do, for the fact is that 1 was Worse Than I’ve Described, and lack of words alone has prevented me from properly picturing to you the Horrors of My iSlr&ess STATUTORY DECLARATION. T, William Thomas Rose, of High-street, Penrith, in the colony of New South Wales, do solemnly and sincerely declare that I have carefully read the annexed document, consisting of eleven folios and consecutively numbered from one to eleven, and that it contains and is a true and faithful account of my illness and cure by Clements Tonic, and also contains my full permission to publish the same in any way; and I make this solemn declaration conscientiously believing the same to be true, and by virtue of the provisions of an Act made and passed in the ninth year of the reign of her present Majesty, intituled “An Act for.the more effectual abolition of Oaths and Affirmations taken and made in the various Department's of the Coverriment of New South Wales, and to sv.Lsti'ute •’edaralmns in lieu thereof, and for the vr.*- T .- arv and extra-judicial Oaths and Aflid