Two per cent. off my Life.

Manawatu Herald, 14 April 1903, Page 3

Two per cent. off my Life.

It was In a court of justice a s^ nin 6 tbe hideously gloomy prison of Newgate, a ' point at which the misery #nd crime of London have for centuries been focussed. A young man. scarce past boyhood, stood before the late Lord Chief Justice Colaridge, charged with erobezzUment. He was a bright, into’ligent youth, somewhat better educated than me average Eng ish clerk, but net clever enough o make one sovereign do the work of five, so he had embezzled his in oj-rto live according to his taste. The emp l.,ya objected, hence the scene of which we have a rivid recollection. After reading him a fatherly lecture, the eminent judge sentenced the de'inquent to two years’ imprisonment. “Two years!” no aimed the convict,' as he was led away. Two per S off my life, if I *° r a hußclred two years mak s a distinct notch in the life even of a centenarian; and then, yon see, very few of us can reasonably hope to become centenarians, which makes the matter worse. Notwithstanding the benefits conferred upon humanity by our marvellously improved ram ary arrangements. modern habits and customs don t on the whole tend towards increased length of life. It is, therefore imperative that everyone should as vigilantly watch that he loses no time by transgressing the laws of health as it is that be • f® 0 ? transgressing the laws of the land, for the first of these transgressions is responsible for a vasfy larger amount of lost time than can be a crlbed to the second "After suffering frem indigestion for over two years I was completely cured by Mother Seigel’s Syrup » five weeks. Thus writes Miss Helena Esstoß. of 50, Pacific Street, Newcastle, N.S.W., on October 21,1902. Miss Easton is a young lady a! about twenty-six summers, just at that golden period of life which cannot be abbreviated by two years, or even twe months, without inspiriDg infiuiie reffret Miss Easton continues; "In the summer of 1898, when r aiding m Auburn Street. Goulburn (of which oily I am a native), I first became conscious that my health was giving way. My appetite left me jim l felt languid, weak, and nervous. The ii U food I ate caused dreadful pains in the chest and stomach, to say nothing of many other distressing symptoms. A doctor whom 1 consulted informed me that ray complaint was acute indigestion; but his treatment did me ho good whatever The efforts of a second doctor being equally futile, I took a great variety of patent medicines, which in turn were recommended to me by various friends. But I did not find that any of them did me the least good. And so for two years I grew paler, thinner and feeb’er, I never wem out, but moped about tiw bouse ali day, dull and listless, the slightest effort being painful to me. Noise, or excitement of any kind, would cause my heart to palpr tate violently, after which it would almost coase to beat , , , ~.. " While I was in this miserable condition a lady friend, Mrs W. Cook, came from Sydney to spend with us the Christmas holidays of 1909- This lady persuaded me to (ry Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, at the same time asserting that she know several persons who had derived great benefit from it, and that she was sure it was the only thing that would do me good. I accepted her advice, and acting upon it found that in a surprisingly short space of time—before indeed I had finished the second bottle—Mother Seigel’s Curative Svtttp had wrought a chance in my condition and appearance which nothing e.s« had bien able to effect. - I cou d eat and sleep: the heart trouble disappeared; and I recovered all my old-time capacity for work and the pleasures of life. At this distance of time, I entertain no doubt whatever that my dure is absolute y permanent.”