What Makes Them Cry. ?

Manawatu Herald, 19 April 1898, Page 3

What Makes Them Cry. ?

You have a very 3ore finger, let us say. It may be a hurt, a boil — or, worse still, that fearful painful thing, a felon. Oh, my ! 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's way worries you more than doing a day's work ; and you don't succeed — and wouldn't even with a dozen policemen to help you. Tou are scared of a fly threatening to light on it.

That is the principal on which Mrs Elizaberth Allen couldn't bear the least noise. She had no sore fingar, but she bad what was still more sensitive— a body full of sore nerves; weak, starved, unstrung nerves. So the prattle of children, 1 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 sounds and noises that are in the air constantly—why, the smallest of them struck her like a blow from a club. Noises which are not regarded by a well person are like volleys of musketry to one in this condition Millions of women know all about it, and plenty of men too — crowds of them. You recognise them on sight — those who are subject to this affliction. Their lined forebeads, their bright, suspicious eyes, their self-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? Let's 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 saya, •' 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 eour nauseous fluid. As time went on I got very weak and nervous, and could'nt bear the least noise.

" I took all sorts of medicines and consulted doctors, but nothing did me much good. Later on I came to hear of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and after taking it a short time the disease left me, and 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 owsiness; at other times vomfting, 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 busines-. I consulted doctors 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. Bless Mother Seigel for ever, I say. — Yours gratefully, (signed) W. Nash, 331. Goswell Road, E.C., London, October 2nd, 1893."

Now, where is there room enough on paper to sufficiently praise a medicine that will do what this one did for these two good friends of ours ? All pa - 'n, remember, is nervous pain, and in the above case it wa3 the foul and inflamed stomach which, by stopping digestion, sfarvf d the nerves and made them cry out, What won't cry out when it is starved ? Babies will, men will, women will, nerves will.

Mother Seigel's medicine set the stomach in order and gave he nrves some food. Then what ? Why, quiet comfort, strer.g' h, rest, enjoyment. "Bless Mother Seigel," indeed.