Better to Make a Fight.

Manawatu Herald, 10 January 1905, Page 3

Better to Make a Fight.

When the good knight, Don Quixote, hung by his wrist from the stable window, he imagined that a tremendous abyss yawned beneath his feet. Presently the thong was cut, and the gallant adventurer fell “four inches." Many others, before and since his day, have had similar experiences. Black clouds, seemingly full of concealed lightnings and unuttered thunder, have drifted harmlessly over our heads. Calamities, when they really come, are often found much less dreadful than we feared them to be.

May not this be true also in respect of that inevitable event, death ? After much observation, Pliny avowed his opinion that the moment of dissolution was the most exquisite instant of life. It can at least do no harm to uphold that theory, whether it be true or not. None of us will be in any greater hurry to leave the world on that account. Poor and mean as our lives may be in the opinion of certain bilious pessimists, the majority find life eminently worth living, and make a gallant fight for it accordingly. This was what a woman did, whose brlet account of her struggles I now submit to you. And lam glad to say she came out of it a clear winner.

Mrs Rose Lynch, who lives at No. 15, Morton Place, Carlton, Melbourne, is the picture of health to-day. She and her husband formerly kept a dairy farm in Gippsland. In a letter addressed, on January nth, 1904, to the proprietors of Mother Seigel’s remedies, she said : “ For a very long period ray life was made very wretched by chronic indigestion. My food seemed to stick half way down in a hard lump, causing great pain and distress in the chest. I could keep nothing in my stomach, and suffered extremely from headaches, giddiness, and general debility. I tried many remedies, but none appeared to suit my case. As time went on, and my sufferings increased I became low spirited and despondent. I was then living in Gippsland, and about four years and six months back, when visiting my brother-in-law, at Tarragon, in turning over the contents of a chest I came across a half-emptied bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup. “At first, on noticing the word * Syrup ’on the label, I thought it was a child’s medicine, but, looking closer, I saw it was intended to cure indigestion. I bad the disease in a very acute form at the time, so I thought I would try a dose of the Syrup. The effect was magical, for it gave me immediate relief. I continued to take it, gaining in health, strength, and cheerfulness all the while, until the bottle was emptied. Then I obtained some more from the store.

“ My improvement was rapid, steady, and permanent. Very soon every sympton of indigestion left me, and my health was completely restored. Now I can eat well, sleep well, and work well, and I never know what it is to feel depressed or in low spirits, and all this is due entirely to Mother Seigel’s Syrup. My own experience shows clearly that your wonderful remedy will prove a blessing to all those who suffer from indigestion.”

How I should enjoy standing before a great audience, and, with Mrs Lynch’s letter as a text, preaching a lay sermon on the facts mentioned in it. But in the absence of such a comment, I urge you to read and re-read the letter; for here you have a typical instance, of what is happening to the people, and a proof of what can be done to save them. We see that a winning battle can be made for life and health in the face of doubt and discouragement, and after the failure of other treatment.