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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXIX, Issue 3765, 9 May 1907, Page 4

Fred Monaghan, a notorious American pickpocket, who has reaped a rich harvest here disguised as a priest, has been arrested with his accomplice Kbenezer Brown. Monaghan, who is 70 years old, left America because the police knew him- too well. In his operations here he wore a venerable grey beard, gold spectacles, and the usual clergyman’s dress. When the police raided his hotel (Paris) they found a large collection of wigs and false beards, which Monaghan explained, he wore to protect himself from draughts. Sir Spencer Ponsonby-Fane is a grand old man for his years, which number eighty-two. He resides almost entirely at his lovely country home Yeovil, and continues to take the most active interest in all country affairs. For many years private secretary to Queen Victoria, he has always been a persona grata with the Royal family. The King is very foil'd of his ancient friend, and in the old days used to chaff him very much on the subject' of his dress. “Ponsonby,” said his Majesty more than once, “you are the worst - dressed man I know but, undaunted, Sir Spencer has always stuck to his old habits and tastes, and nothing would ever persuade him to become more dandified in his personal appearance, A writer in the “Young Woman ” tells of a lady, a devoted mothers’ meeting leader, who overheard one of her proteges swearing horribly. At the next meeting she expressed her indignation in unmeasured terms. When the gathering broke up she posted herself at the door to shake hands with the members. The first to go was a woman never suspected of foul language. She, with hot an angry face, exclaimed: “I shall never come again.” Before the lady had recovered her astonishment another said : “ Oh, miss, if I’d a knowed as ’ow you was about, I’d a’ been more careful. ’ ’ The third said ‘‘ I think you might have come and told me of it quiet like,” and the fourth remarked: “I am glad I didn’t bring my Alice to hear you speak to me like that.” At last came the real culprit. “Good aternoon, mum,” she said with the the sweetest of smiles : ‘ ‘ what a ’appy meetin’ we’ve ’ad. But oh, this swearin’ ’abit, ain’t it awful !” When coughs and colds disturb the house. When sick kids worry mater, And sneezing through the night annoys The tired and weary pater, You’ll hear him toss and say to ma, “ To-morrow you procure The stuff to cure those sneezing kids, That’s Woods’ Grout Peppermint Cure. 9 HOW WOMEN SUFFER. TORTURING HEADACHES, GNAWING STOMACH PAINS, AND FINAL COLLAPSE MARK THE CRITICAL AGE. BRISBANE WOMAN’S SENSATIONAL CURE BY MOTHER SEGIEL’S SYRUP. That women have more than their share of suffering in this world, we all know, and the greater credit is due to them that they bear it so patiently. But much of this suffering might be avoided. A woman’s greatest safeguard against ill-health (and a man’s, too, for that matter) is a sound, vigorous digestion. So long as you can cat and digest your food your system must be fully nourished and able to resist disease ; but when you cannot digest, your blood becomes impure, and the various organs of your body grow feeble and dull of action. After that anything may happen Thus it was that Mrs. Annie Reath’s heath broke down so completely ; all her life she had suffered from headache, but when her digestion failed, the real trouble came. Writing from Bon View, 10, Turbot Street, North Quay. Brisbane, Queensland, on the 27th of November, 1906, site says : “ For years —from my early girlhood, in fact I was a great sufferer from most severe headaches, and though I took a lot of different medicines scarcely a week passed that I did not suffer dreadfully. Often I could do nothing for davs together, because of the pain. I continued to suffer in this way right on into womanhood, when about eight years ago, on reaching what is always a critical age for a woman, my health completely collapsed. EVERY BREATH WAS A STAB. “ I lost all appetite, endured tortures from indigestion, and became so lowspirited and depressed that 1 could hardly attend to my household duties. There was a constant pain at my stomach and every breath I drew was like a knife going through me. I felt swollen and bloated, and the pains in the lower part of my body seemed to be tearing me to pieces. The doctor who attended me seemed helpless, so we called another. He, too, failed, and all the while I was enduring tortures. At last a neighbour induced me to try Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and thankful I am that I consented. < The first bottle brought relief j all the pain and inflammation ceased, the distressing bodily swelling subsided, and soon I was up and about again. I took four bottles altogether, and now I am quite cured. Even the headaches, which I never expected to get rid of, are completely gone, and I am as well as anybody could wish to be.” It is thus hat Mother SeigeTs proves its wotth. For thirty-six years it has beenr elieving human suffering in all parts of the world, and it is known as the supreme cure for indigestion, billiousness, constipation, wind, headache, dizziness, and peculiarly the woman’s friend. GIVE IT A FAIR TRIAL, YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.