Good Food—Good Digestion— Good Cheer.

Manawatu Herald, 10 May 1898, Page 3

Good Food — Good Digestion — Good Cheer.

" Moral character is located in the stomach," .ays a recent writer. Ho ia wrong ; but there is a ahade of truth in the willing to trust others to look after the arras 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 lhat, 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 tast9 in the mouth, my appetite was poor, and every morsel of food I took gave intense pain at my cheßt. After every meal I was sick, vomiting a green filthy fluid, which was mixed with blood.

We shaU have no trquWe to understand thi3 especial phase of Mr Jones, illness. The green, filthy fluid was mucus mingled with bile, and the blood oame 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 friend, " dreadful attacks of cramp in the stomach, and th. 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 went 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, oreated by the poisonous aoids whioh had entered the blood from the stomaoh. The nerves were also enfeebled by the enforced starvation — like all the rest of his body.]

"As month nf ter month went by," sayMr Jones, " my relatives and friends could see me waisting away and apparently sinking into the grave. I bectme 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 muscles they seemed to be all complete'y gone."

[Now, inasmuch as when people waste away the fat goes first, and tbe 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-liver oil, but to no purpose. "In June of this year (1893) I first read of ' Mother Seigel's Sjrup, and my wife got me a bott'e from Mr Cole, the Grocer, 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 rid?, and was soon as well and strong as ever. Your remedy saved mj life, and I wish others to know it. You can refer enquirers to me. (Signed) Wi iam Jones, Bridge Inn, Kentchurcb, Pontrilas, Herefordshire, October 31st, 1893."

Tho case of Mr Jones and his recovery as set forth by him are we k nown in his neighbourhood. His wife says that one of the doctors fold her that all hope was gone. But happiy the doctor was mistaken, as the wisest of us sometimes are. His disease was chronio inflammatory dyspepsia, and that only. But that was enough, mercy know?, and a fatal end to it was not

far off when Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had a chance to do its healing work. Our friend is cheerful now because he is strong; and he is strong because this remedy set his digestion to rights.