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Manawatu Herald, 19 June 1900, Page 3

The Board and the Velvet. + " A throne " said Napoleon. "is a board covered with v lvet." Strip tha velvtt from the throne, and you have nothing left but bare, vulgar board 3; replace the velvet and you have the most coveted symbol of hu*=an power and gory. How easy the transition, how vast and the difference 1 There is no operation in chemistry more sharp and sudden than that in human life whereby extremes of feeling follow each other-teaiv-s rarefying into smiles and smiles condensing into tears. Is happineao, O r is power, so poor a thing then, that it drops into its antithesis at a touch?— at a breath? Let us not be too hasty with our answer, as we may be w rong. The great French Emperor was a cynical fellow, and right well he loved a throne, even though it was only an upholslered board. And we all love life and its b'essings even th ugh they are uncertain and shaky. Heoce. when we hear a man 6ay, " 1 had no pleasure in life, and did not care what became of me," we are interested to know th? reason why. The person from whom we quote theEe words explains himself thus :— " For over two years," he tells us, " I suffered from loss of appetite, s'eeplessness, and nervousness. Prior to May, 1894, I had always been strong and hearty. At this lime I began to fed that something had come over me — I felt so low and weak. After eating my face would flush, and the food gave me great pain acrosß my chest and the left side. I had a cutting pain around the heart, and bad attacks of palpitation." I beg to interrupt our good friend a moment at this point. The burning of a barn or a hayrick may make a bigger blaze than the burning of the cottage we live in. But the latter alarms and excites us most because we do live in it. On the same principle a very painful ailment of the hand or foot may cause li' tie or no mental anxiety, while a disturbance of the heart's action does, for the heart is one of the three houses which life reside in, the other two being the brain and the lung^. Yet, as generally happens is so-called heart troubles, the worry was needless, as we shall presently see: "For weeks together," continues the narrator, "I got no proper seep, and in truth, fo bad was this condition that I dreaded going to bed. My n.-rves were thoroughly unstrung, and affected th* left side of my face, which was quit- drawn. I suffered martyrdom with facial neuialgia. "As time went on Igr wto be so ow and miserable that I had no pleasure in life, and did not care what became of mp. I consulted a doctor, but none of his medicines helped me. Better and wors», I contiuued to suffer, until a friend told me about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup and persuaded me to try it. I got a bottle from Mr Pulham, Grocer, Spring Road, and after taking it a Bhort time I felt it wa^ doing me good. I slept well, and had less distress after meals. This encouraged me to persevere with it, and gradually I got stronger, and the nerve pains wore away. I now enjoy good health, and have recommended this medicine to many of my enstomers. You can publish this statement as you like. (Signed) Harry Wenden, Hairdresser, 171, Spring Road, St John's, Ipswich, July 17th, 1896." Mr Wenden's explanation of his loss of life's pleasure is commonplace after all. And yet how much more important than it were unique or exceptional ; because the commonplace is the universal. It is disease, my gentle ivader, that tears the velvet from thrones, that robs the cottager of his s^eep, that makes the baby cry in its craJle, that strip 3 the strong man of hia vigou', thit wipes the bloom from the cheeks of fair women, that hurries humanity to the churchyard with bowed heads and bleeding feet. And the most pitiless ogre of all diseases is the one from which Mr Wenden suffered, and whioh^ Mother Seigel's Syrup cures— indigestion," dyspepsia, Even without tha velvet,