Good Food—Good Digestion— Good Cheer.

Manawatu Herald, 3 May 1898, Page 3

Good Food — Good Digestion — Good Cheer.

" Moral character is located in the stomach," says a recent writer. He is wrong ; but there is a shade of truth in the willing to trust others to look after the arms and ammunition of his armies, but the commissary department he looked after himself. The bravest men won't fight unless they are fed, he said. Nor will they. That's why we are not surprised to find Mr William Jones saying that at a certain time he was in a low and desponding state of mind. He gives the reason himself in three words. •• I was weak." And why was he weak ? He explained that, too.

" I was always strong and healthy." he says, "up to January, 1892. Then I had a severe attack of influenza, followed by congestion of the lungs. After this I never got up my strength, and I was low, weak, and desponding. I had a bad taste in the mouth, my appetite was poor, and every morsel of food I took gave intense pain at my chest. After every meal I was sick, vomiting a green filthy fluid, which was mixed with blood.

We shall have no trouble to understand this especial phase of Mr Jones, illness. The ereeu, filthy fluid was mucus mingled with bile, and the blood camo from the small blood-vessels, which were ruptured in retching and straining. The bile was out of its place ; that's why nature tried to get rid of it. But how did it get out of its place? Wait a bit. we'll come to that presently. " I had," continues our Mend, " dreadful attacks of cramp in the stomach, and th 9 gnawing pain was well nigh unbearable. At night I got but little rest ; sometimes none at all— cold, clammy sweats breaking out all over me, and in the morning I had barely the strength to raise myself. When I weiit out of doors my breathing was so bad I had to stop and rest every few yards. [The cramp was caused by the gas arising from the fermented food, and the short breathing by a partial paralysis of the nerves, created by the poisonous acids which had entered the blood from the stomach. The nerves were also enfeebled by the enforced starvation— like all the reßt of his body.] "As month nfter month went by," says Mr Jones, " my relatives and friends could see me waisting away and apparently sinking into the grave. I bee ime as thin as a lath, and you could see through my hands. My legs and face were attenuated to the same extent, and as for my musoles they seemed to be all completely gone."

[Now, inasmuch as when people waste away the fat goes first, ami the muscles and other tissues last, you can perceive how far advanced in a decline our good friend really was.] " Yet I continued in this condition," he says, " altogether for over seventeen months. I was attended, off and on, by four doctors but their medicines had no good effect on me. I also used lung tonics and cod-Hver oil, but to no purpose.

"In Jane of this year (1893) I first read of Mother Seigel's Syrup, and my wife got me a bottle from Mr Cole, the Grooer, at

Grosmont. After taking it a few days I felt relieved, my appetite .improved, and the sickness (the nausea) left me. Keeping on with the Syrup I gained strength every day and In a month I could walk and ride, and was soon ad well and strong as ever. Your remedy saved my life, and I wish others to know it. You can refer enquirers to me, (Signed) William Jones, Bridge Inn, Kentchurch, Pontrilas, Herefordshire, October 31st, 1893."

The case of Mr Jones and his recovery as set forth by him are well known in his neighbourhood. His wife says that one of the doctors told her that all hope was gone. But happily the doctor was mistaken, as the wisest of us sometimes are. His disease was chronic inflammatory dyspepsia, and that only. But that was enough, mercy knows, and a fatal end to it was not far off when Mother SeigePs Curative Syrup had a chance to do its healing work. Our friend 13 cheerful now because he is strong; and he is strong because this remedy set his digestion to rights.