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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3617, 8 May 1906, Page 3

Took His Mother’s Advice

WHAT A WELL KNOWN SYDNEY MAN THINKS OF MOTHER SEIGEL'S SYRUP—A GOOD CURE.

There is no greater satisfaction in life than to find one’s work appreciated. It is gratifying, and encourages to further h'fort. An artist, if he has any courage, can endure his picture being criticised, larshly, even unfairly ; but it is torture io him to sec it passed by without norJcc. And yet how many of the greates* art w rks have beer so treated ! The Heaviest loss, however, is to the one who ignores, not to the one ignored. Now here is Mr John Sullivan, of 140, Campbell Street, Surrey Hills, Sydney, N.S.W., writing on May 6th, 1905, in these words : “I am a wood-block layer by trade, and during the past twentyyears have worked on every street and road in Sydney and its suburbs. If I had one penny for each block that I have, handled and placed in position, it would make rne a very wealthy man. “ Fur years I was active, strong and healthy as anyone in the land; I took undo and pleasure in out-pacing my fellow workers. I could sleep like a top, and eat a meal that would have filled a hoarding house keeper with terror. But, about five years ago a tinuige began to creep over me. Indeed of being smart and active I was often dull and heavy. After eating, I w tild feel as if a big knot had been tied in my stomach, or I had swallowed an inflated football. Often, too, there was •i swimming sensation in my head. As the weeks went by I grew worse until it was all I could do to struggle through the day’s task. Soon I found it impossible to sleep at night unless I first Insecl myself with a powerful stimulant and I would rise in the morning with a had taste in my mouth, my tongue coated with scum, and with.no desire fur breakfast. In this way I failed steadily for eighteen months, until 1 was on the verge of complete breakdown, I vomited after every meal, and could keep nothing on my stomach, so that I fell away to a shadow of what I had been and my clothes hung about me in folds. Constipation was another of my troubles, from which I used to occasionally obtain temporary relief, and then relapse in,o a worse condition chan before. Relatives and friends urged me to consult a doctor, or attend a hospital for treatment; but from childhood I had always had a dread of doctors and physic, and I could not be persuaded to do as they desired. My mother, who for years had been in the ’•mbit of taking Mother Seigel’s Syrup when anything ailed her, was always seeking to induce mo to try it. At last her repeated requests overcame rny obstinacy. After using half-a-dozen two-md-sixpenny bottles of the Syrup, and four boxes of Seigel’s Operating Pills, I could eat heartily, without fear of indigestion, and sleep soundly and na urally. My strength was renewed, I again filled out my clothes, and worked as easily as I used to. In short, I was quite restored, and have ever since enjoyed good health.” There are hundreds of people all over the country who, in a spirit of gratitude, have written in words similar to those used by Mr Sullivan, and there are thousands who have obtained a liKc benefit, resulting from the same means, who have not so written, not that they are a bit less thankful, but they simply prefer to keep themselves and their ) medical history in the background.

For colti". in the head and intlnenza, Woods' (uv.u Peppermint Cure, 1/6 and 2/6 per bottle.