IT’S GONE, ALL GONE, AND I'M GOING TOO.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 7070, 16 February 1893, Page 4

IT’S GONE, ALL GONE, AND I'M GOING TOO.

For many a year did the same man sweep a certain street-crossing in the " Hampstead. Through all seasons and all weathers, there he was, sweeping the crossing and taking each gratuities as were given him. Time wore i away, and he came to be 80 years old. He j appeared at bis post no more. A lady district visitor looked him np at hie lodgings. W bat a picture of squalid destitution. No fire, no food, no friends. Wife and family he had not—never had. The poor old follow was perishing of starvation, of want. Some money was raised for hie benefit and he Was removed to a London Hospital. Here he lay several weeks oinking daily. One night he was clearly very low. Near him stood one of the hospital physicians and s nurse. Seeing him oluteh nervously at hie pillow, the nurse, supposing the patient to be raised up, put his arm beneath him to perform that service. In doing so the nurse’s hand came in contact with an object which he withdrew. It was a dirty little canvas bag tied with a leather string. As it was laid aside the old man perceived what had been done, lifted his skeleton frame partially from the bed and, trembling with excitement, said in a shrill whisper. “Ah nay treasure, my treasure! It’s gone, all gone, and I’m going too I’’ and sank back dead. The bag contained £SOO in notes—the savings of hi# miserly life. And he, there, dead of starvation, even more than of ago. Well, what of it P you say. The wretched old man was I better dead than alive. Quite so, but moat human events have a moral, a lesson, about them, if we keep an eye out for it. What, for example, can wa learn from the following facts ? —One night about ten years ago a man whose name we can furnish went to bod as usual, apparently in good health and spirits. A few hours later he lay uuoonsoious on the floor. In explanation ho stated that be had been seized, suddenly, with a pain of such violence (hat he was compelled to rise, —a pain in the cho#t. After rising he lost his senses and sank down on the spot where he had stood His wife aroused by the noise struck a light and saw her husband in (hat 1 situation, bhe afterwards declared ho had 1 gone black in the face, and that his eyes ' looked as if they were starting out of his head. Restoratives were applied, which brought him to, but ho was not as before. So quickly and unexpectedly do we cross the boundary ■ line between two opposite bodily conditions. It is like stepping from the broad blaze of day into a damp cavern, packed with darkness. Ho felt weak and sick, with a strange “ all gone" sensation throughout the whole system. His mouth tasted badly, and was filled with a i slimy sort of phlegm, his head ached, and he 1 was unable to take a deep breath, he walked f with difficulty, and went about his business 1 like a man who is haunted by a paralysing dream. Perplexed and alarmed ho consulted physicians, who prescribed for him, without, how--0 ever, producing auy noticeable improvement. *’ The strong, clear headed man of previous 1 years was gone—changed as if by the hand of *’ a vicious magician into the feeble being he 0 now was. Bven with this dismal prospect « before him our friend travelled not on level 11 ground ; his path led downward; he grew ? worse. In December, 1888, he had a distinct A and bad attack, gave up business, and went to bed. There he remained for a weary pain- “ ful month—thirty days, as long as thirty years of power and occupation. The doctor * said there was something wrong with the stomach and bowels. ,r After he once more rose from his bed he ? still suffered dreadful pain and could rest a neither day nor night. Indeed, some nights he ® never slept a moment. So weak had he 10 become that when he attempted a short walk he was obliged to abandon the effort, return 'j and go to bed. His own words are theses—“To give you ro an idea how reduced I had become I may E ‘ mention thot I lost over three stone weight and 18 was wasting away. I kept on like this until D January, 1891, when Mr Everson, of Oooold, told me of a medicine called Mother Seigel|a 8 Syrup and the good it had done. I tried it 19 and in three days I felt better. Cheered and *y encouraged by this I continued to use it, with ! c the result that I wholly recovered from my 18 mysterious malady. I am now strong and sr hearty, and business is again a pleasure. The 7 ‘ Syrup did mo more good in a few weeks than ? all the ten years doctoring put together.’’ . (Signed) Albert Thorndyke, Proprietor of the “ Grapes Inn,” Church Street, Bye, , d Suffolk. May Ist, 1891. e What do we learn from this P We learn ° that while a miserly fool like our crossing- “ sweeper may starve for money, a wise man r * with more reverence lot his bodily temple, seeks and finds a remedy for a tendency to i, starvation, induced by disease :—that the 1 disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, and the r > remedy Mother Seigel’s Syrup.