Nature Slowly Makes Ready,

Manawatu Herald, 2 November 1897, Page 3

Nature Slowly Makes Ready,

You have probably never seen a volcano in eruption. It is a magnificent spectacle. Where do all those torrents of red-ho;. lava come from ? Nobody can tell, except that they oome 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 ; ehe is preparing for the tremendous demonstration. Just so it is with all her processes. In the oold of winter she is arranging the forces whioh are to make the heat and the harvests of the following summer, and so on. Prom May, 1890, to February 1892, is a Seriod of twenty-one months. . The two ites will long remain clear in the mind of Mrs Martha Bowles,- of 182, Llangyfelach Boad, Mo .riston, near Swansea. For the first was the beginning and the seoond the eading of an experience whioh was bad enough in itself, yet only the introduction to something vastly woree. It was like the time of getting ready for a great trouble t > oome. Her firat sense of this was definite and vague, like the low muttering of thunder b -Ow the horizon while the skies are yet char. She expresses it thus, in the very words most of ns ase on similar occasions, " I felt that something was wrong with me —something hanging over me." Ah ; dear me. How often we think such i clings are a warning sent to the spirit, w ten in faot they are oaused entirely by the oondition of our bodies. She felt heavy, languid and tired, and mentally depressed. This was not only melancholy ti her bnt 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 ba Sire. Oh, yes. But isn't that all the more a reason why we should understand what they mean ? " Certainly," you will ■iyWell, then, there was that bad, offensive t ste in the mouth, that so many of us -' hive bad ; the failure of the appetite, and t ie pain in the chest and sides after eating. The worst pain wa3 in the right side, where it wa3 very heavy. That pointed to tiie liver, which is located on that side ; aid when anything ails the liver it is a3 t ough the big water wheel of a mill had got fixed so as not to turn round. For the liver does half a dozen kinds of work, and when it strikes work the rest of the organs take a sort of rainy holiday.

Presently her skin and the white of her eyes turned yellow as autumn leaves. That meant bile in the blood ; the liver was ofi its duty ! that is a sure sign. The kidney secretion was the colour of blood instead of a oear amber, which mea it that the trouble had already reached those important organs. Then the stomach was upset and refused to take kindly to food .— as though the millers sent your grain back, declining to grind it. She vomited a sour, bitter fluid, which was acid bile, away out of its proper track. On and on along this line, constantly getting further and further from the happy land of health ; this waa the history of those twenty-one months —all bad enough, yet all preparatory for worse ones. " One day in February, 1892, she says in her letter of August 18th, 1893, " I began to have dreadful pain and cramp. It began in the right side, and extended across the stomach. For hours together I was in the greatest agony. What I suffered is past description. When the pain eased a little I was cold as death and shivered until the bed shook under me. I had hot iron plates applied to my feet, and held hot irons in my hands, but nothing gave me much relief. My stomach was so irritable that I coud keep na food on it. I was now confined to my bed, and the dootor attending me said I was passing gall stones. He wanted me to go to Swansea Hospital and be operated upon, but I was afraid I might not live through it. "I next had two other doctors at Morriston and also three from Swansea, who all gave me medicines, and said nothing more could be done for me. For six months I lay in bed undergoing the greatest agony; never free from pain more than two or three hours at a time. During the whole of this time I was fed on nothing but miVc and water. I had Fcarcely any life or strengh left in me. All who saw me said I never could by any chance get better in this world- " I lingered on like this until August, 1892, when my daughter brought me a book telling of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Tn this book she read of a oase like mine having been cured by this medicine. My husband got a bottle from Mr Bevan, the chemist, and after taking a few doses I J felt a little relief. I kept on with it and soon the pains left me, my appetite returned, and my food agreed with me. After taking the Syrup for three months I was a new creature and strong as ever. I can now eat anything, and nothing disagrees with me. After I was well our minister one day aaid: 'Mrs Bowles, I never thought to see you alive.' I said ' Mother Seigel's Syrup paved* my life." You may publish my case, and I will gladly answer inquiries: (Signed) Martha Bowles." This case— one of acute indigestion and dyspepsia, with liver and kidney complaints — is 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 care ? No. You oan see It for yourself.