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Manawatu Herald, 25 May 1897, Page 3

"Mothering Sunday. 0 -# Mid Lent Sunday { usually called " Mothering Sunday " in Yorkshire and Lancashire — is one of the few remaining links which bind England of the present day with with preReformation times, and the observance of the day is the survival of the Mid-Lent relaxation of the penetential season, which obtains in the Carnival of the Continent. The origin of the word •• mothering " has given rise to no small contro versy, some holding that it is derived from the custom of the son introducing his bride-elect to his mother on this day, preparatory io the marriage ceremony at Easter ; while other antiquarians are of opinion that the term refers to the ecclesiastical rule d¥ visiting the mother church of the diocese on this day. Whatever the correct origin of the word may be, the day is yet ob" served in many parts of the country as one of family reunion, little in> ferior in importance in this respect to Christmas Day. In some parts of the North the day is called " Simnel Sunday," and the " simnel " cake is a dainty by no means to be refused.

One Thousand Llamas Laden With Gold. Who doesn't like to read about buried treasure ? Who hasn't dreamed of finding it ? What delight suddenly to possess vast riches ? Shining gold, sparkling gems ! Things for which we have not been obliged to scheme or toil ; that will free us from all need of schtming or toiling thereafter 1 Ah, let us not indulge such fancies. They make work seem like slavery and wages like pinches of common dust. Yet that such hidden masses of wealth exist there is no doubt. But where are they ? About four centuries ago the Emperor of Peru was a captive in the hands of the Spaniards. His people sent a train of 1000 llamas (a small beast of burden resembling a camel) laden with gold to ransom him. Wbile on their way, crossing the Andes mountains, the men in oharge of the expedition heard of the death of the Emperor, and concealed this enormous treasure sro effectually that not a trace of it has ever been found. Go and dig it up, and you will never again feel the sting of poverty. But clap the brakes down hard on the wheels of your imagination. What was money to Robinson Crusoe ? What would the wealth of Peru have been to Mrs Jane Stanks, during a. certain period of eighteen months that he tells about? Dust, my dear fellow, countless pinches of common dust. Here is the reason why— one more picture of that fearful furnace in which all earthly desires arj melted into one prayer — " Oh Ood, deliver me from pain I" "In June, 1891," she says, •• I had an attack of influenza, followed by bronebftis. which left me very low and feeble. I had no appetite, and the little food I forced myself to take gave me pain and palpitation of the heart. I had a weary, sinking feeling at the pit of the stomach and was obliged to fight for my breath. I had a continuous hacking cough, arid spat up quantit es of thick phlegm. Later on I had gout all over me, a 9 it were, my hands, faoe, and kgs being puffed up, and was in agony day and night. I beoame so weak I could not raise my hand to my mouth, and had to be fed. " For months I lay perfectly helpless and almost lifeless, having to be lifted in and out of bed. Four doctors attended me for nine months without effect. Then they told me they could do nothing for me, one of them giving me a letter of recommendation to Guy's Hospital. At Easter, 1892, my husband took me in a cab to that hospital, and I was plaoed in the Miriam Ward, and examined by several doctors. "At this time a hard substance seemed to hava formed in ray stomach, whioh the doctors said was a tumour, and treaied me for it. I got weaker and weaker, until one night the nurse told me that the doctors had said I was as bad as I could be, and would not probably live through the night. " The nurse placed a screen around my bed, expecting me to die. " Taking a slight turn for the better, I returned home, but was soon as bad as ever. After this I got a letter of recommendation from our landlord, and attended as an outdoor patient at Victoria Park Hospital. After beiDg under treatment a month, I lost all faith in medioine and gave up taking it. I was now little more than a living misery. I was tired of life, and often prayed that the Almighty would lake me. 1 now had fits of shaking so bad that the bed trembled under me. My head was ao full of pain that I thought 1 was going mad, and several times a day I lost consoioußnesa. In this dreadful condition 1 lingered on until November of last year, 1892, when a book was left at our house telling of a medioine called Siegel's 6yrup. I had lost all hope of getting well, but my husband would have me try this medicine. To please him I did so ; and after taking it a few days, I felt a little relief. My breathing was easier and my appetite revived. ConUauing with the medioine all pain gradually left me, and I gained strength daily. In six. weeks I was able to go about the house and do light work, the first time I liad done anything in eighteen months. I am now in good health, and able to do any kind of .work. I owe my life to Siegel's Syrup, and wish my case to be made known." (Signed) Jane Shanks, 22, Gaywood Koad, Hoe Street, Waltnamstow, near London, April 20th, 1898." No words of comment can be too strong for a case so remarkable. We stand before it. at a loss what to say. It is not a miracle, of course; although many a reputed miraole has been less wonderful. How is it possible that Seigel's Syrup could, with such apparent ease, have restored to health a person in so desperate a strait ? Yet that it did restore her is certain. The facts have been thoroughly investigated and established beyond dispute. Mrs Stranks was on the crumbling edge of the grave, and was thence brought back to the region of health, activity, and enjoyment. How was it done ? There is the simple secret. The influenza left her whole system debilitated, as it usually does. Indigestion — whioh in the first place invited influenza— attacked her with increased power. Asthma, heart disturbance, nervous prostration, the inflamed and congested stomach, which was mistaken for a tumour, etc.. etc. —all results ani symptoms of arrested digestionfollowed. The private and also the hospital treatment failed, because it was dixectnl I to the symptoms, not to the cause. Finally, Mother Seige 's Curative Syrup was appealed to, and responded by setting the di- ! gestive function in operation, expelling the poison from the blood, and placing Mrs btranks at the. head of her boose, a saved woman. But it was a marvel all the same.