We Must Have the Tools.

Manawatu Herald, 15 September 1896, Page 3

We Must Have the Tools.

Robinson Crusoe, you remember, made a big boat or canoe out of the trunk of a tree. It was a laborious and tedious job. And that wasn't the worst of it. When he got tbe boat done he couldn't launch it. It was too heavy for one man to handle. If he had only had an arrangement like tbe capstan of a ship he might have managed. He -understood how to do it, but laoked the tools. How often do we find ourselve; at a dead stand for that same reason. Let me give you a fresh illustration, tied up for the moment in the following letter, which muse first be read before we can reghtly come at I the point. " In the spring of 1884," says oar correspondent, "I got into a low weak way, not being able to imagine what had happened to me. My strength kept ebbing away till I had scarcely the desire or ability to do anything. I felt as tired as if I had just arrived home from a long, hard journey, yet no tax more than usual of any kind had been laid upon me. My mind, : too, was weary ; so that I turned from things that obliged me to think, plan, or consider. " Side by side, so to speak, with all this was the failure of my appetite. Of course I continued to eat, or make an effort to eat, but food no longer tempted me as it does a person in health. I picked and minced over my meals, and the little I took neither tasted good nor did me any good after I bad eaten it. Instead of warming, oomforting and stimulating me. as it used to do, it gave me distress at the stomach, pain at the chest, and a singular feeling of tightness around the waist, bb though a beit were buckled too snug around me. " After a time the condition of my stomach seemed to grow worse. There was

that sense of gnawing, bo often mentioned by others, and occasionally a feeling of faintness and sinking, almost like the ground giving way under one's feet." [Rssurk; An eminent London physician in one of his books, describes this sinking feeling as one one of the most appalling and frightful that it is possible to experience. It is not the body but the mind that suffers, t, the present writer, have had two attacks of it, and pray to have no more. It is like unto the overshadowing of the Death Angel's wing, with the mhid fully contnom of the, situation. The cause is Uric acid poison in the blood, one of the products of prolonged indigestion.] " When this sinking feeling came on," continues the letter, " it weighed me down like a nightmare. Finally I got to be so weak I could only wa'k slowly and feebly. The doctor who prescribed for me said my eomptaint was dyspepsia, but his medicine had no perceptible effect! " I continued like this for eight years ; not always the same, but now better and then worse. Yet in all that long time there was not .a. day when I could say I Wa3 well. No medicine or treatment Seemed fight for me, and I almost began to think 1 never should recover my former health. " In March, 1892, Mother Siegel's Syrup was recommended to me as having done wonders in cases like mine, even when they were of long standing and everything elaa had failed. No harm to try it, we thought, and got a bottle from Mr Grime, the chemist, in Bolton Road; and after taking it I felt great relief. My appetite quickly improved, and I could eat without pain. When I had taken two or three bottles more the bad symptoms had all gone, and I was as well as ever. My husband also took the medicine with the same good results. You may publish my letter and refer inquirers to me. (Signed) (Mrs) Eliß&beth Wilson, 8, Northcote Street, Bolton Road, Darwen, March Ist, 1895." The lesson in this interesting narrative is too plain for as to miss it. Our old friend Crusoe was not able to launch his boat for the want of machinery. Similarly the doctor who attended Mrs Wilson was not able to cure her because he did not possess the right remedy. His opinion as to her complaint was entirely correct. She was suffering from chronic dyspepsia, precisely as he told her. But alas 1 it is one thing to know what ought to be done and quite another to have the knowledge and means to do it. Between these two things (over this wide gap) stands Mother Biegel's Syrup, just as between the two sides of the Thames stands London Bridge. I , , The famous Victory Sewing Machine is the latest and roost perfect of Sewing Machines. It is adapted for household and work-room use, and is capable of performing the most artistic, fancy-work. The prices vary from six guineas, and any of the maohinea can be purchased on the easiest of time payments from the New j Zealand Clothing Factory, the local agency. A STEAM WHISTLE Need not run full blast all the time to let you know that it is heard, and it is not necessary that we should be always advertising by noisy statements to buy " Salsaline," the great food preservative, for once tried always used, a3 it is the only reliable food preservative sold. « MAKING BOTH ENDS MEET," is rather a difficult task in life with many but the expense of gosd cooking is reduced to a minimum by using the SUN BAKING POWDER, purer and oheaper than most others. Give it a trial. McKee and Gamble, Photo Engravers and Lithographers, Wellington. Send for quotation. A SAFE INVESTMENT Of money is the problem of the day, buying " SalsaTilnb '' is a safe investment, for one shilling packet preserves twenty shillings worth of Milk, Meat, and all such perishable goods, and is odourless and harmless.