Not Knowing what else to do.

Manawatu Herald, 19 July 1898, Page 3

Not Knowing what else to do.

To save eurselves trouble .and suffering by learning from the ezperienbe of others — that is the wisdom of history. Otherwise every generation,, and every mau and I women therein, would hava to begin back ' where their ancestors did. Every soul of us hastcrliaro the alphabet for himself; bat q/Ur that he flan read and benefit by what others have written. I? that idea plain as peas in a epHt pod ? Yes. Well, then, let us see whether it has anything to say to the faots set forth in the following l*t«r:— "Aftir my confinement," writ.s a woman, "in August of last year (1893), I c>nld not get up my strength. My food did not seem to be of any use to me. In gome way I; was ill, but I c uld not give a name to the ailment. My tongue was swollen- and thickly coated, and I was constantly spitting out the thick phlegm which gathered in my throat and mouth. No matter how'Htfle food I took— even! a tnoriel —it gave me great pain at the chest and side* ; and sometimes it would dart through to my back between the shoulders. " Often I would be sick, and heave and strain until I was quite sore. Then, again a pain would take me in the stomach and cut thiough me like a knife. I had a dry, hacking cough which never left me, and I sweat terribly at night. The cough was so bad that I often had to hold my sides when I had spells of it. " Nearly every bit of flesh went off my bones, and I got so weak I couldn't put my foot to the ground. People raid I was in a consumption, and I had little hope of getting bett >r. I was so nervous that the least noise would startle and upset me. Those who called said it was pitiable to see < the condition I was in. / "I daw two doctors who gave me medicines, but I only got worse and worse. At the end of Oo'ober (1898) I came by a small book telling about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and, not knowing what dtt

to do, I sent to Mr Baxter, the druggist. Brookhouse, and got a bottle. After I had taken it but a few days I was better. I could eat something, and it stayed on my stomach, and the pain was 1- sa severe. As I took dose after dose of the Syrup the im provement went on, all the bad feelings abated, and I gained strength. It wasn't long b'fore the cough was quite gone, and I was well and strong as ever. " After my recovery, a neighbour said to me, ' Mrs Jtedltead, you have viade my heart sad many a time wlien I saw you so bad.' •• ' Thank you,' I replied, • and I was sad enough myself, but Mother Seigel'a Syrup has made me glad again, for it has given me back my good health. 1 " And in thankfulness for it I am very willing yon should publish what I have told you. (Signed) Mrs Mary Jane Bedhead, 73, Peter Street, Blackburn, April 4th 1894." We congratulate Mrs Bedhead, and tender our regards to the kind-hearted neighbour who was so sorry for her. But what a pity that Mrs R. didn't know in August what 6_e learned in Ootober— namely, that her disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, and that Mother Seigel's Syrup is a cure for it ; some folks say the only cure. Well, we suppose she had to wait her turn to find that- out. There's a deal of mystery about these things. Anyway, she knows now and the printing of her story will enable lots of other sufferers to beg'n where she left off. They won't take the Syrup as she did, not knoioing what else to d», but they will take it the very day they fall ill, knowing that to be exactly the right thing to do.