A REMARKABLE CASE.

Patea Mail, Volume I, Issue 8, 17 November 1887, Page 2

A REMARKABLE CASE.

Under the above heading the Pmauter Reporter of July, 6 th, 1887 publishes tile following in its editorial columns— Our readers may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arther Kichold, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane, in this town some time ago, and being picked as he continued pertectly helpless, and taken in a cab by two gentlemen to the office of P.W, Fisher, Esq., tae so icitor who employed him. On restoring him to consciousness it was ascertained that he was afflicted with what seemed to be an incurable diseace. When ho was on his way back to his work, when suddenly his head was in a whirl and he fell in the street like a man who is knocked down, on coming to his senses in the solicitor’s office he thought what this might mean, feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a very dreadful tiling for a poor man with a family to care for. With this in his mind he sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how he had been attacked, They questioned him, and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dyspepsia of a chronic nature. This in turn bad been caused by confinement to his desk and grief at the loss of dear friends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, a? described by Mr. Eichold, must be of interest both to sick and well. He had noticed for several years previously, in fact, that his eyes and face began to have a yehow look ; there was a sticky and unpleasant slime on the gums and teeth in the morning ; the tongue coated ; and the bowels so bound and costive that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment —the piles. He says there wM some pain in the sides and back and a sense of fullne s on the right side, as though the liver were enlarging, which proved to bo the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing. These things had troubled Mr. Eichold a long time, and after his fall in the street he clearly perceived that the fit of giddiness was nothing more than a sign of the steady and deadly advance of the cornplant, which began in indigestion and dsypepsia. His story of Low he went from one physician to another in search of a cure that his wife and little ones might not come to want is very pathetic and touching. Finally he Lecame too ill to keep his situation and nad to give it up. This was a sad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be anle to hvo. But God laisad up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. J3i® then went to the seaside at Walton-on-ii#-.4aze, but neither the change, nor the physicians who treated him there, did any goad. All being without avail he visited London, with a sort of vague hope that some advantage might happen to him in th® metropolis. This was in October, 1885. How wonderful, indeed, are the ways of Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes and then helps us when we least expect it.

While in London he stated his condition to a friend, who strongly advised him tp try a medicine which he called Mother Seiyol't Curative Syrup, saying it was genuine and honest, and often cured when everything else had failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist in Pimlico, and began useing it according to the directions. He did this without faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of bis surprise and pleasure when after taking a few doses he felt great relief. He con’d eat better ; his food distressed him less ; the symtoms we have named abated ; the dark; spots which had floated before his eyes like smuts of soot, gradually disappeared, and his strength increased. Before Ibis time hit knees would knock together weenever 1m tried to walk. So encouraged was he now that he kept on using Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup until it ended in completely car* inghim. In speaking of his wonderful recovery Mr. Richold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on his island in the sea j and added, ‘‘But for Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup the grass would now bo growing over my grave,’* Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth of all the statements in this most remarkable case, as Mr, Richold (now residing' at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-tbe-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful village of Lrtg Melford, Suffolk, and his personal charawbr is attested by as bigh an authority as the Rev, 0. J. Maryn, rector of that parish, besides other excellent names. We have deemed the case of such importance to the public as to justify us in giving this short account of it in our columns.