Nature Slowly Makes Ready.

Manawatu Herald, 26 October 1897, Page 3

Nature Slowly Makes Ready.

You have probably never seen a volcano in eruption. It is a magnifioent spectacle. Where do all those torrents of red nor. lava come from ? Nobody can tell, except that they come from somewhere down deep in the earth. Bat one thing we know, namely that eruptions of any one volcano are far apart. Between whiles Nature is getting ready for them ; she is preparing for the tremendous demonstration.

Just so it is with all her processes. In the cold of winter she is arranging the forces which are to make the heat and the harvests of the following summer, and so on.

Prom May, 1890, to February 1892, is a period of twenty-one months. The two dates will long remain clear in the mind of Mrs Martha BQwles, of 182, Llangyfelach Road, Morriston, near Swansea, for the first was the beginning and the second the ending of an experience which was bad enough in itself, yet only the introduction to something vastly worse. It was like the time of getting ready for a great trouble to come.

Her first sense of this was definite and vague, like the "low mattering of thunder balow the horizon while the skies are yet dear. She expresses it thus, in the very words moat of us use on similar occasions, " I felt that something was wrong with me — something hanging over me." Ah ; dear me. How often we tLink such feelings are a warning sent .to the spirit, wlien in fact they are caused entirely by the condition of our bodies. She felt heavy, languid and tired,, and mentally depressed. This was not only melancholy to her but new, as she had always been strong and healthy. Then came the discomforts which there could be no mistake about. They are common enough to be ■are. Oh, yes. But isn't that all the mire a reason why we should understand what they mean ? "Certainly," you will

■ay. Well, then, there was that bad, offensive t ste in the mouth, that bo many of us b ive bad ; the failure of the appetite, and tie pain in the chest and Bides after eating. The worst pain was in the right side, w.iere it was very heavy. ' That pointed to ft 1 !* liver, which is located on that side ; and when anything ails the liver it is as t iragn the big water-wheel of a mill had gJt fiied so as not to torn round. For the u.'er does half a dozen kinds of work, and when it strikes work the rest of the organs ft ke a sort of rainy holiday.

Presently her akin and the white of her •yea tamed yellow as autumn leaves. That meant bile in the blood ; the liver wan off ita duty ; that is a sore sign. The kidney ■aoretion was the colour of blood instead of • dear amber, which meant that the trouble bad already reached those important organs. Then the stomach was npset and refused to take kindly to food — v though the milters sent your grain b <ok, deolinir gto grind it. Sha vomited a ■ rar, bitter fluid, whioh was aflid bile, away oit of its proper track. On and on along fail line, constantly getting farther and fur her from the happy land of health; k'lis was the. history of those twenty-one months —all bad enough, yet all preparatory for worse ones. " One day in February, 1892, she says id her letter of 'August 18th, 1893, " I bsgan to have dreadful pain and cramp. It began in the right side, and extended ftoross the stomach. For hours together I wis in the greatest agony. What I suffered is past description. When the pain eased ft little I was cold as death and shivered until the bed shook under me. I had hot 1 on plates applied to my feet, and held hot t ops in ray hands, bat nothing gave me maob relief. My stomach was so irritable t iat I could keep no food on it. I was now confined to my bed, and the dooior attending mo said I was passing gall ■tones. He wanted me to go to Swansea Hxpital and be operated upon, bat I was afraid I might not live through it. "I next had two other doctors at Iforriston and also three from Swansea, who all gave me medicines, and said nothing more ooold be done for me. For ■ix months I Jay in bed undergoing the greatest agony ; never free from pain more t ian two or three hoars at a time. During the whole of this lime I was fed on nothing hut milk and toaler. I had fcarcely any life or strengh left in me. All who saw me laid I never could by any chance get better in this world-

'- 1 lingered on like this until Augnst, 1893, when my daughter brought me a book telling of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. In this book she read of a case- like mine having been cured by this medicine. My husband got a bottle from Mr Be van, the ebemist, and after taking a few doses I felt a iittle relief. I kept on with it and ■ on the pains left me, my appetite ret irned, and my food agreed with me. After taking the Syrup for three months I

was a new creatore and etrong as ever. I can now eat anything, and nothing disagrees with me. After I was well our minister one da/ aaid: 'Mrs Bowles, 1 never thought to see you alive.' I said 'Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life." .Yon may pnblish my case, and I will gladly answer inquiries; (Signed) Martha Bowles."

This case - one of acute indigestion and dyspepsia, with liver and kidney com plaints— i 3 well known in the distriot. The lady's husband is a gardener, well known and respected. Do we need to point out the moral of this wonderful cure ? No. You can see it for yourself.