"As Happy as a King.”

Manawatu Herald, 14 October 1902, Page 3

"As Happy as a King.”

This o’d saying, like a good many o'hers is founded upon Ignorance, and therefore oomp’etely misleading. As a matter of faot king# have rather less of h ippmesa than falls to the B^are of most P liva , {ie men: Take at random from hist ory the Jives of any fifty king* you will and com nare them with the lives of any fifty prlv te man aisotakenatratidom.ru wager yen mv last pence you’ll find the balance of happiness inclines heavily to the private men. To be h raided by drum and trumpet wherever you go, to be spoken of either in terms of the extvemest adulation or of vuioar abuse, and to serve as a target for (he revolver practice of every crank who nurses a grievance, is not quite the life a wise man won’d choose if his will had any lung to do with the matter. " I wish I were a king said Jones to his friend Brown ; '* not what is now-a-days ca led a king, but a reel king as of old—one with authority to have a few n«op'e killed now and again when ho Lit like it.” " Yon av- neither a king or a man ’’ replied Brown. " but an ass with out ability to eat thistles.” Brown wa» right. Of all ambitions which sway morta roan,'that which coat iraperia Crasav ns life—ambition to become a king—has east of Wisdom in it, and is only to be accounted lor by the monstrous fallacy of supposing that kings are. per se, happier than other men. 'i hese thoughts occur to us in considering the case of Mr William Highett ro***Elder Street, Adelaide, S.A., who we were about to say, was as happy as a king mill; about three years ago. But tha wouldn’t be right. W th his youtbfu ness, his health, strength and aplenoid physique, Mr Highett writes thus on the 10th of -March 19021 am a native of South Australia, twenty five years of age and until three years ago never knew what it was to be seriously ill. At that period 1 was engaged in bush work, right m the heart of the rough North East District. The woik was extreme'y laborious, the food coarse, and the c imate red hot. Thes- ; conditions completely broke down my health. I grew weak and thin, continually felt out of sorts, and wou d get up in the morning feeling more tired than when I weattobed. There was Might feeling, a

distressing sense of oppression about the ch st, and I was mnoh troubled by flatulence, which frequency compelled me to rise from my bed end walk the floor for hours. I tried ft ! l sorts of pills and medicines for my complaint, but none of them did me any good. Finally I grew so weak that I had to give up my employment, having lost twenfy-eigiit pounds in weight. I (bon went to Adelaide, and placed myself in the o iro of a first c ass doctor, who said that, my trouble was a bad form of in digs stion ; but though he treated me for a considerable time I gained no nlief. It was at this crisis that a lit’le book was h.ft at the house which, fortunately examining, I found to be an a manac r an dby the proprietors of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. In this little work I read of the case of a p -rson whoso symptoms were very similar to mine, and who claimed to have been thoroughly cured by Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. This fact determined to (ry it, ana I obtained a bottle without delay. A very few doses were sufficient to cause a great improvement in ray condition w,.ioh encouraged me to persevere with its tit) rrsu’t being that in a few week, I felt like a new man. I could eat heartily and enjoy my food, the flatu'enca disappeared, my sleep was sound and refreshing, and strength and cheerfulness returned to rnr. Ti.at was twelve ninths ago, and I have enjoyed the best of health ever since. I always keep a bottle of it by me, and take a dose from time to time, believing that prevention is better than cure;