Mr Duane, of Auckland.
We shall print the whole oi Mr Isaac Duane's letter, only regretting that it is not longer. He might have mentioned that June, the month in which he wrote, is the coldest month in the year in his country, and January the hottest. He might also have reminded us that New Zealand is almost as large as Great Britain, with a much more desirable climate. He might further have reminded us that it is a wholesome place to live in, as it contains few physical sources of disease, and possesses no insect so noxious a3 the English wasp. Yet on reading his letter we shall find that those attractive islands in the far Southern Sea are not free from an enemy we are called upon to fight; here in England, as elsewhere throughout the world.
" I have much pleasure in writing you," says Mr Duane, "as to me it is a privilege as well as a duty to describe an experience in which [ am confident you will be interested.
" Ever since I'was a boy I have not only suffered from indigestion in its worst form, but I have been a martyr to it. Such success in life as I have achieved has been in the face of the constant opposition set up by this miserable complaint. All its symptoms are familiar to rue as the smoke of London is to a dweller in that rather grim old city. The bad taste in the mouth, the fitful appetite, the distress in the stomach after eating, the pains in the chest and back, the dull headache, the sense of weariness and fatigue, the depression of spirits, the want of ambition to take hold of any labour, the weakness resulting from laok of sufficient nonrisluneDt, <fco.— all these were
part and parcel of my life from my youth to a time I am going to speak of in a moment.
" I can only account for it by assuming that I ran t have inherited a tendency to this disease. At all events it cast a gloom over my whole history up to the date of my recent happy deliverance. The record of the sleepless, wretched nights I passed would make almost a voluble by itself* Times beyond counting I have arisen from my bed in the morning, glad the night was gone, and yet in no frame of mind to welcome the day. To the chronic dyppeptic rest does not bring strength as it does to others.
" You will hardly need to be told that I made every effort to obtain a cure. I tried medicine after medicine— now something I thought of myself and (hen something advertised in the newspapers. And as to doctors (against whom I desire co say not a word), I tried one after another, and faithfully used the prescriptions they gave me ; but nothing more than temporary relief came of it.
" About four years ago a friend spoke to me of the great reputation of Mother Seigel's Syrup in curing all ailments of the digestion, and urged me to make a trial of it. I might as well say frankly that I had little faith that it would do me any good ; but I was in a mood to try anything that offered the remotest chance of a cure. So I bought a bottle, and the very first dose made me feel better. This was bo cheering and hopeful that I continued taking the Syrup, and to my (surprise I grew better and better until I was cured. All the symptoms which made my life a burden for so many years are now gone, and I am a different man. If ever, from any cause, I have a temporary recurrence of indigestion, a few doses of Mother Seigel's Syrup produces immediate relief, and leaves me in good health. You may have my full consent to publish this letter. lam wellknown in Auckland, and always glad to tell any one by word of mouth what a wonderful cure your remedy worked in my case. (Signed) Isaac Duane, coachbuilder, Karangahope Hoad, Auckland, New Zealand, June 25th, 1895." Our home readers will perceive that not in England alone but in far distant quarters of the globe this celebrated medicine is known, and is successful where others do not avail. It is the most common place of truths that its praises a e sounded whereever civilisation extends, and almost in every written language the name of Mother Seigel's Syrup finds an acknowledged place
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Manawatu Herald, 24 December 1895, Page 3
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755Mr Duane, of Auckland. Manawatu Herald, 24 December 1895, Page 3
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