The Dog, the Man, and the Meat.

Manawatu Herald, 21 January 1896, Page 3

The Dog, the Man, and the Meat.

A frieud of luino and I were walking together the other day ; a dog dashed past us after something he saw on the pavement. It was a big piece of meat. He pounced on it and swallowed it in two seoonds. My companion looked at the dog with envious admiration. "My humble friend," he said, " I'll give you £5.000 for your appetite and your digestion. Yon are noj afraid to eat ; / am." But the dog knew what happiness is made of. He declined the offer and trotted away. It is astonishing how many different people use this expression. " I am " or " I was " afraid to eat. A3 the writer pens these lines five letters lie on the table before him, every one of them containing it. Yet the persons who wrote the letters are not known to one another. There was, therefore, no agreement among them. Why should there be, even if they were acquainted ? No, there is nothing in it to wonder at. They went through the same experience, and express it in the most natural way, that's nil. Bin what does it mean? Are people suspicions of poisoned food ? No, no ; that is not so. The food is not poisoned More it is eaten, but afterwards. An example will show whit really occuib, and why 30 many ate afraid to eat. We quote from one of iha letters : " One night, early in 1892,*' saya the writer, " I was veized with dreadful puns in the pit I of the stomach, and a choking sensation in the throat. I feared I was going to die, My wife called in a neighbour. They applied hot flannels and turpentine, but I got no relief. Then a doctor came j and gave me medicine. He said he never saw anyone's ton ue in such a condition. It was of a yellow colour, and covered ! with a slimy phlegm, so thick I could have scraped it with a knife. I had a foul, bitter taste in the mou h, and my eyes were so dull I could scarcely see. I had a heavy pain in the side, and felt so dejected and miserable I didn't know what to do with myself. What little food I took gava me so much pain J was afraid to edit, The doctor put, me on starvation diet, and injected morphine to eas- che pain. '* Getting no real benefit, from the first doctor I saw another, who said I had enlargement of the liv^r. He gave me medicin?s, but I got no better. In August I went to Exmoutn to see what my native air would do for me, but came back worse than ever. I had lost over three stone in weight, and being too weak to move about I used to lie on the couch most of the time. I never exprced to get well, and didn't care much what became of me. " One day in October my wife said. •It appears the doctors can do nothing for you, so Jam going to doctor you mytelf.' Shu weut to the Southern Drug Sieves, in Camberwell Road, and got a bottle of Mother Seigfl's Curative Syrup. After trktng this medicine for a few days the pain in my stomach left me, my appetite improved, and I gained some strength. Soon afterwards I was baok at my work. The people in the > ffice, seeing how well I looked, a*ked what had cured me, and I answered Mother Seigel's Syrup. I shall be glad to reply to any inquiries about my case. (Signed) Charles Harris, 74 Beresford Street, Camberwell, London, December lsfc, 1892." Mr Harris' statement goes straight to the point. Why was he afraid to eat ? Because his food gave him pain without giving him strength. This was dead < wrong. It was exactly the reverse of what it should have been. When a man is th? proper form he get 3 vigour and power from his meals, and eats them wiih enjoyment and relish. * If he doesn't lh^re is something the matter with him. What is it ? Now let your thoughts expand a bit, so as to take in a broad principle. One man's meat is another man's poison, they say. That's bo, but it's only half the truth. Any man's meat is any man'3poisvn, nnder certain conditions. If gra n never got any further than the mill hopper we should never have bread, and if br#ad (orothar food) new got further than the stomach we should never have strength. See? Well, when the stomach is torpid, inflamed, and "on strike,' 1 what happens? Why, your food lies in it and rots. The fermentations produces poisons which got into the blood : nd kicks up the \vov?t sort of mischief all over the body. This is indigestion and dyspepsia, though the doctors call eftcli and every trick of it by a separate name. Yet they don't cure it, which is the main thing after all. But Mother Se-igelV Curative Syrup does, an Mr Harris says, and as thousands of others say.