Not Knowing what else to do.

Manawatu Herald, 26 July 1898, Page 3

Not Knowing what else to do.

To save ourselves trouble and suffering by learning from the experience of others —that is the wißdom of history. Otherwise every generation, and every man and women therein, would have to begin back where their ancestors did. Every soul of us has to learn the alphabet for himself ; but after that he can read and benefit by what others have written. I-» that idea plain as peas in a Bplit pod ? Yes. Well, then, let us see whether it has anything to say to the facts set forth in the following Ltter :— " Aftar my confinement, writes a woman, "in August of last year (1893), I eiuld not get up my strength. My food did not seem to be of any use to me. In some 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 little food I took— even a morsel— it gave me great pain at the chfst and eide3 ; 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, egain a pain would take me in the stomach and cut through me like a knife. I hnd 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 s.des 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 said I was in a consumption, and I had little hope of getting better. I was so nervous that the least noise would startle and upset me. Those who called said it was pitiable to sea the condition I was in. 11 1 saw two doctors who gave me nu dicines, but I only got worse and worse. At the end of October (1893) I came by a small book telling about Mother Se ; gel's Curative Syrup, and, not knowing what else to do, I sent to Mr Baxter, the druggis\ 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 l^ss severe. As I took dose after dose of the Syrup the improvement went on, all the bad feelings abated, and I gained strength. It wasn't ' long b-fore the cough wa3 quite gone, and j I was well and strong as ever. " After my recovery, a neighbour said to me, ' Mrs Redhead, you have made my heart sad many a time when I saw you no 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.' " And in thankfulness for it I am very willing you 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 | I a pity that Mrs R. didn't know in August what she learned in October — 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 ber turn to find that out. There's a deal of mystery abont these things. Anyway, she knows noio and the printing of her story will enable lots of other sufferers to begin where she left off. They won't take the Syrup as she did, not knowing what else to do, but they will take it the very day they fall ill, knowing that to be exactly the right thing to do.