The World Runs Away From Us.

Manawatu Herald, 11 February 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 he was a man of naturally fine intelligence. He had just b?en released from prison. Ten years ago he was incarcerated under a life sentence. Recentl} 1 , however, circumstances had arisen which proved his innocence, and he obtained his freedom. But nothing seemed as before. He had been stationary while the world moved on. Many of his old friends were dead, and all were changed. A big slice of his career was 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 place him at a disadvantage. Different as it is in all outward conditions long illness produces results which resembles those of enforced solitude. When confined lo our homes by disease we arc virtually out of tho world. Friends may, and do,' pity us ; but they do not He down by our side and suffer with us. Ah ! no, Thpy go their own ways and leave us alone. In the midst of company we are still alone. Enjoyment, food, sleep, fresh air, moven ent, work, &c. — those are for them, cot for us. Alas 1 for the poor prisoner whose jailor te some relentless disease. Who shall open the iron doors and set him free ? " I never had any rest." c o writes a man whose lcit»r we have juut finished reading. "In the early part of 18 8," he pays, "a slrangc f-c ing cam" over me. I flt drowsy, lVavy, languid, and tired. Something' appeared to be wrong with me, aid I cou'dn't account for it. I had a foul . taste in th(» mouth, my appetite failed, and | ! what I did eat lay on me like a stone. I Soon I bfcamc afraid to cat, as the act ("was always followed by pain and distm-3. Sometimes I had a spnsation of choldng in the throat as if I could not swallow. I was swollen, too, around tha body, an . got about with difficulty owing to increasing weakness. 1 "At the pit of my sforaaob 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 unre- -i freshed. For Joiir ymr3 I con'inupd in this wretchrd state bffore I found relief." This letter is signed by Mr Charles H. Smith, of 19, Now City Road, Glasgow, and dated February 35th, 1393. Before we hear bow he was at last delivered from the slavery of illness, let us listen to ihe words of a lady on tho same theme: Mrs Mary Ann Rusling, of Station Road, Misterton, Gainsborough. In a brief note dated January Brd ; 1893, Mrs Rus'ing sai a Bhe suffered in a similar way for over flfieen wars. Her hands and feet were cold and clammy, and *he was pale and bl odlese. She had pain in the left side aud palpitation, and her breathing wa; short and hurri'd. No medicine? availed : to help her until two years ago "At that j time," she say?, "our minis;er, the lao Rev. M. Wateon, told ma of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and urged me to moke a trial of i*. I did so, and pr spu'lj felt great relief. It was not long before the bad sympton r all left me, and I gradually got strong. I keep in good health, and have pleasure in making known to o hers the remedy which did so much for me. 1 ' Mr Smith was completely cured by the same remedy, and says had he known of it - sooner he would have been saved years of • mifery. The real ailment in both caie° was indigestion and dysppps-ia with its natural consequences. Throughout the civilised world its course is markf-d by a hundred forms of pain and enffcring. Mm and women are torn to pieces by it as vessels are by the rocka on which they are driven by tempest!*. So comprehensive and rMembracing 13 it that we may almost Bay that there is no o'her disease. It signifies i life transformed info death, broad tnruedinto poison. Watch for its earliest signs — especially the feeling of weariness, langour, , and faticue, which announce its approach. Prevent on is better than cure. But, by th* use of Mother Seigel'a Curative Syrup, cv c is "always possible; and poor captivoa in the loathsome dungeons of illness are daily d-livered a* tho hand of | the good German nurae swings open the dooi-3.