"As Happy as a King.”

Manawatu Herald, 21 October 1902, Page 3

"As Happy as a King.”

This old saying, like a good many other* if founded upon ignorance, and th»>reJfore temp etely misleading. An a matter of fact, kingi hate rather less of h ppiness than fshs to the share of most private men'. Take at random from history the lives ef any fifty king * you wi'l and com «ate them with the lives of any fifty priv t men. a:«o taken at rfti-doin, IM wag.r you Bty last pence you'll find the balance of happiness inclines heavily lo the private men. To be h raided by drnm and trumpet wherever you go, to be spoken of either in terms of the extremist adulation or of vulgar abuse, and to servo as a target for ihe revolver practice of every crank who nurses a grievance, is not quite the life a wise man 1 wou’d choose if his will had anything to do with the matter. ” I wish I were a king " said Jones to his friend Brown; “not what Is now-a days called a king, but a real king As of old—one with authority to have a few people killed now and again when he felt like it." “Tea are neither a king or a man," replied Brown. “ but an ass with eat ability to eat thistles.” Brown was tight. Of all ambitions which sway mortal that which cost imperial Cessar his life—ambition to become a king—has least •t wisdom in it, and is only to be accounted (er by the monstrous fallacy el supposing that longs are. per st, happier than other BUB. Thoiv thoughts u*i»con. liW(U||&uft« K* WUU»& Uitfmi,

of 7, Elder Street, Adelaide, S.A., who we were about to say, was aa happy as a king uulii about thre# years ago. But that wouldn’t be right. Wth his yonthfulness, his health, strength and splendid physique, Ml’ HU'hett writes thus on the 10th of ' March. 1902" I am a native of South Anv'ra'ia, twenty fiva years of age, and uh I three years ago never knew what it wai to be Seiiou ly ill. At that period I was engaged in bush work, light in the heart of the rough North East Bieir cl. The woik was extremely laborious, the food coarse, and the c innate red hot. These conditions completely broke down my health. I grew weak and thin, continually fs t out of sorts, and would get up in the morning feeling more tired than when I went to bed. There was a tight feeling, a distressing sense of oppression about the oh'at, and I was much troubled by flatulence, which frequently compelled me to rise from my bed and walk the floor for hours. I tried all 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 twenty-eight pounds in weight. I thou went to Adelaide, and placed myself in the care of a first c ass doctor, who said that my trouble was a bad form of indigestion ; but though he treated me for a considerable time I gained no relief. It was at this crisis that a Utile book was left at the house which, fortunately examining, I found to be an almanac issued by the proprietors of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. In this little work I road of the case of a person whose symptoms were very similar to mine, and who claimed to have Jbern thoroughly cured by Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. This fact determined to try it, ana I obtained a bottle without delay. A very few doses wore sufficient to cause a great improvement in my condition w..ioh encouraged me to persevere with its the result being that in a lew week, I felt like a new man. I could eat heartily and enjoy my food, the flatulence disappeared, my sleep was sound and refreshing, and strength and cheerfulness returned to me. That was twelve months ago, and I have enjoyed the best of health ever 'juca, I always keep a battle of it bj me( ftn( j ta ke a daso from time time, believing that prevention, baiter than cure: