The World Runs Away From Us.

Manawatu Herald, 28 January 1896, Page 3

The World Runs Away From Us.

. » . ■ The other day we had a talk with a man who knew as little of the world around him as a baby. Yet ha was a man of naturally fine intelligence. He had just bsen released from prison. Ten years* ago he was incarcerated under a life sentence. Recently, however, circumstances had arisen which proved his innocence, and he obtained hi 3 freedom. But nothing seemed as before. He had been stationary while the world moved 6n. Many of his old friends were dead, and all were changed. A big slice of his career waa lost, and worse than lost. Could he ever make it up ? No, never.. Besides, although he had committed no offence, the mere fact that he had been convicted of one, would always placp him at a disadvantage. Different as it is in all outward conditions long illness produces results which resembles those of enforced solitnd?. When confined to our homes by disease we are virtually out of the world. Friends may, and do, pity us ; but they do not lie down by our side and suffer -with us. Ah ! no. They go their own ways and leave us alone. In the midst of company we aro still alone. Enjoyment, food, sleep, fresh air, movement, work, &c. — those are for them, not for us. Alas 1 for the poor prisoner whose jailor is some relentless disease. Who shall open the iron doors and set him free ? 11 1 never had any rest." So writes a man whose letter we have just finished reading. "In tho early part of 18?8," he says, " a strange feeling came over me. I fpft drowsy, heavy, languid, and tired. Something appeared to be wrong with me, and I couldn't account for it. I had a foul taste in the mouth, my appetite failed, and what I did eat lay on me like a stone. Boon I became afraid to eat, as the act was always followed by pain and distress. Sometimes I had a sensation of choking in the throat as if I could not swallow. I was swollen, too, around the body, and got about with difficulty owing to increasing weakness. " At the pit of my stomach was a hungry, craving sensation, as though I needed support from food; yet the little I took did not abate this feeling. My sleep was broken, and I awoke in the morning unrefreshed. For Jour years I continued in this wretched state before I found relief." This letter is signed by Mr Charles H. Smith, of 19, New City Road, Glasgow, and dated February 15th, 1893. Before we hear how he was at last delivered from the slavery of illness, let us listen to the words of a lady on the same theme: Mrs Mary Ann Rnsling, of Station Road, Misterton, Gainsborough. In a brief note dated January 3rd, 1893, Mrs Rusling says she suffered in a similar way for over fifteen years. Her handß and feet were cold and clammy, and she was pale and bl odless. She had pain in the left side and palpitation, and her breathing was short and hurried. No medicines availed to help her until two years ago. "At that time," she sayg, " our minister, the late Rev. M. Watson, told me of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and urged me to make a trial of it. I did so, and presently felt great relief. It was not long before the bad symptoms all left me, and I gradually got strong. I keep in good health, and have pleasure in making known to others the remedy which did so much for me." Mr Smith was completely cured by the same remedy, and says had he known of it sooner he would have been saved years of misery. The real ailment in both case? was indigpstion and dyspepsia, with its natural consequences. Throughout the civilised world its course is niarkr-d by a hundred forms of pain anil suffering. Men and women are torn to pieces by it as vessels are by the rocks on which they nrc driven by tempests. So comprehensive and allembracing is it that we may almost say that there is no other disease. It signifies