What Makes Them Cry.?

Manawatu Herald, 12 April 1898, Page 3

What Makes Them Cry.?

You have a very sore finger, let us Bay. It may be a hart, a boil— or, worse still, that fearful painful thing, a felon. Oh, my 1 oh, my ! What a time you have been trying to protect that poor finger. It is all the time getting hit or knocking against something. Simply to keep it out of harm'i way worriea jou more than doing a day's work ; and you don't succeed — and wouldn't even. with a dozen policemen to hep you. Ton are Beared of a fly threatening to light on it. ■ „ That is the principal on which Mrs Elizaberth Allen couldn't bear the least noise. £be had no sore finger, but she had what was still more sensitive— a body full of sore nerves; weak, starved, unstrung nerves. So the prattle of children, the closing of a door, the momentary roar of a waggon in the street, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen the thousand and one Bounds and noises that are in the air constantly—why, the smallest of them struck her like a blow from a club. Noises which ate not regarded by a well person are like volleys of musket ry to one in (his condition Millions of women know all about it, and plenty of men too — crowds of them. You recognise them on sight— tl.ose who are subject to this affliction. Their lined foreheads, their bright, suspicions ey> s, their ■eH-protecting gestures and manner— you have seen them. Perhaps you are one of them yourself. If so, you'd give all your money and mortgage your future to have a stronger set of nerves, wouldn't you? Letts talk about it two minutes, first quoting the lady's letter, which is dated May 11th, 1893. and written from her home, 263, Syston Street, Leicester. •• For many years," she says, " I suffered from indigestion and weakness. After meals I had a great pain at. my chest. Every few days I had an attack of sick headache, and had to be constantly lying down on the couch; I strained and heaved a good deal, and spat up a sour nauseous fluid. As time went on I got very weak and nervous, and could'nt bear the least BOiM. « 1 took all sorts of medicines and con* suited doctors, but nothing did me much good. Later ml came to hear of Mother Seig<Ts Curative Syrup, and after taking it a short time the disease left me, aad I was able to relish and digest my food- Owing to the virtue of this remedy I now keep in good health. (Signed) Elizabeth Allen."

.And here is Mr W. Nash, who says ' "For fully ten years I suffered from periodic attacks of billiousness. At times a severe headache, preceded by excessive d owßiness; at other times vomiting, and retching for a whole day ; at other times sleeplessness, pain in the chest, side, and stomach, coated tongue and bad breath — that was the way it acted with me. I grew very melancholy, and was not able to follow my business. I consulted dootors and tonics, &c, but they only made me worse. "I had constantly heard of your wonderful remedy, Mother Seigel' s Syrup, but didn't believe in it. Then I read in Wit and Wisdom of a case like mine that the Syrup had cured ; so I tried it, and the first bottle acted like magic. The pains left me the first week, I repeated my food no more, and in a month all my ills were gone. BJtss Mother 8:' '•el for ever, I sey. — Yours gratefully, (signed) W. Nash, 331, Qoswell Road, E.C., London, October 2nd, 1893."

Now, where is there room enough on paper to sufficiently praise a medicine that will t! j what this one did for these two good friends of ours ? All pain, remember, is nervous pain, and in the above case it was the foul and inflamed stomach which, by stopping digestion, starved the nerves and made them cry out, What won't cry out when it is starved ? Babies will, man will, women will, nerves will.

Mother Seigel'e medicine set the stomach in ordej and pave the nerves some food. Then what ? Why, quiet comfort, strength, rest, enjoyment. "Bless Mother Seigel," indeed.