Often Tired but never Weary.

Manawatu Herald, 11 June 1895, Page 3

Often Tired but never Weary.

Let's discuss the point {or two tmnuteß. Here's a man who says that at a certain period he began to feel " tired and weary." That's precisely the way he puts it in his letter; Now anybody has a right to feel tired or fatigued (it's the same thing); after labour or muCh exercise; It's the body's fashion of telling you to hold up, to give it a rest. It is a natural and, in health, with supper and sleep just aheal, a pleasant feeling. But weariness !— that's different. That comes of monotony, of waiting, of loneliness. Weariness is of the mind, not of the body. Cut it can arise in the body, all the same. If this bothers you at first, don't say, " Stuff !" " humbug !" but study up on it. A man may be tired and happy, but not uv.arif aud happy. For weariness means depressed spirits, and nerves all sagged down in the middle. And when you get both at once you will be wise to find out what's gone wrong. It is a short letter, this is, and we san just as well quote the whole of it. The writer says : "It was in November, 1887, when I began to feel tired and weary. It seemed as if I had no strength left in me. Before that I had always been strong and healthy. My appetite was poor, and for days together I could not touch any food that, was placed before me. After every meal that I did succeed in forcing down I had such dreadful pains in the chest and back that I was almost afraid to eat. Then there was a sharp pain around the heart) too, as though I wa3 stabbed with a knife.

"I lost a deal of sleep, and for flights together I didn't sleep at all. Then I began to lose flesh rapidly, and was afraid I was going into a consumption. Yet I kept on with my work, however, but it was a navel thing for me, because I was so weak and nervous that I trembled from head to foot. As time went on I gradually got worse and worse, and my eyes were sunken and drawn in. I consulted a

doctor in Kentish : Town. He gave me medicine, but it did no good. After all this I got the idea into my head that I should not recover.

" One day a lady oame into the shop, and noticing the state I was in, kindly asked how long I had been ill. I told her all about it, and she said, ' You try Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup ; it has made me well, and I believe it will do you good.'

"I sent for a bottle, and after taking only a few doses I felt relieved. Presently my food agreed with me, and I enjoyed my meals. I could sleep better also, and by keeping on taking the Syrup I soon got as strong as I ever was in my life. Sinoe that time (now over four years ago), I have been in the best of health. I consider that in all probability this remedy saved my life; at all events, it restored my health, and life without health don't amount to much. I gladly oonsent to the publication of this statement, and will answer inquiries. Yours truly (Signed), G. Vince, 142, Shepherd's Bush Road, London, W., November 30th, 1892."

Thus Mr Vince's unfortunate experience comes to a happy end. As he has to work for a living, like most of us, he is no doubt often tired, butr never weary any more. And what can possibly be more wearisome than long-continued illness ? With him, as with millions, it was the stomach that was in fault. His food entered the stomach and stopped there. So he suffered from two bad results : he received no strength from it, but he did receive the deadly acids and gases which the fermented stuff gave birth to. Indigestion and dyspepsia. The same old story of pain and misery, and, thank mercy, the same story of restoration and gratitude after an appeal for help had been made to good old Mother Seigel.