We Must Have the Tools.

Manawatu Herald, 22 September 1896, Page 3

We Must Have the Tools.

I « B-. I Robinson tfrudoci you remember, made & 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 the boat done he couldn't launch it. It was too heavy for one man to handle. If he had only had an arrangement like the capstan of a ship he might have managed. He understood how to do it, but lacked the tools. How often do we find ourselves at a dead stand for that same reason. Let me give you a fresh illustration, tied up for the moment in the fol owing letter,' which muse first be read before we can reghtly come at the point. " In the spring of 1884," saya our correspondent, "I got into a low weak way, not being able to imagine what hod 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 ca f , or make an effort to eat, but food no longer tempted me as it doe* a person in health. I picked and minced over my meals, and the little I took neither tasted good nor did me any good aftur I had eaten it. Instead of warming, comforting and stimulating me, as it used to do, it gave me distress at the stomach, pain at the chest, and a singular feeling of 1 tightness around the waist, as though a beit were buckled too snng around me. " After a time the condition of my stomach seemed to grow woise. Thf re was that sense of gnawing, so often mentioned by other?, and occasionally a feeling of fainlness and sinking, almost like the ground giving way under one's feet." [Reiubk ; An eminent London physician in one of his books, describes thi3 sinkiog feeling as one one of the most appalling and frightful that it is possible to experience. It ia not the body but the mind that, suffers. I, the present writer, have had' two attaoks of it, and pray to have no more. It is like unto the overshadowing of the Death Angel's wing, with the mind fully conscious of the situation. The came is uric acid poiron in the b'ood, 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 scud my complaint ivas dyspepsia, but his medicine had no perceptible efleot. " 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 was well. No medicine or treatment seemed right for me, and I almost began to think I never should reoover my former health. "In March, 1892, Mother Siege I 's Syrup was recommended to me as having done wonders iv cases like mine, even when they were of long standing and everything else had failed. No harm to try it, we thought, and got a bottle from Mr Grime, the chemis, in Bolton Boad; 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) E izabeth Wilson, 5, Northcote Stre9t, Bolton Boad, Darwen, March Ist, 1895." The lesson in this interesting narrative is too pain for us to miss it. Our old friend Crusoe wfts 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 ! 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 Siegers Syrup, just as between the two sides of the Thames stands London Bridge.