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South Canterbury Times, Issue 7077, 24 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 such gratuities as were given him. 'lime wore away, and he came to be 80 years old. fie appeared at his post no more. A lady district visitor looked him up at bis lodgings. Wba picture of squalid destitution. No fire, no od, no friends. Wife and family ha had ot—never had. The poor old fellew was perishing of starvation, of want. Some money was raised for his benefit and he was removed to a London Hospital. Here he lay several 1 weeks sinking daily. One night ho was clearly very low. Near him stood one of the hospital physicians and a nurse. Seeing him clutch nervously at his pillow, the nurse, supposing the patient desired 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 ray treasure, my treasure I It’s gone, all gone, and I’m going too !” and sank back dead. The bag contained £6OO in notes—the savings of his 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 better dead than alive. Quite so, but most human events have a moral, a lesson, about them, if we keep an eye out for its What, for example, can wo learn from the following facts P —One night about ten years ago a man whose name wo can furnish went to bod as usual, apparently in good health and spirits. A few hours later be lay unconscious on the floor. In explanation he stated that be had been seized, suddenly, with a pain of such violence that he was compelled to rise, —a pain in the chest. After rising he lost his senses and sank down on the spot where ha bad stood Uis wife aroused by the noise struck a light and saw her husband in that situation, fcha afttrwards declared be had gone black in the face, and that his eyes looked as if they were starling out of bis 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. He felt weak and eiok, with a strange “ all gone ” sensation throughout the whole system. His mouth tasted badly, and was filled with a slimy sort of phlegm, bis bead ached, and he was unable to take a deep breath, he walked with difficulty, and went about his business like a man who is haunted by a paralysing dream. Perplexed and alarmed he consulted physicians, who prescribed for him, without, however, producing any noticeable improvement. The strong, clear headed man of previous years was gone—changed as if by the hand of a vicious magician into the feeble being he now was. Even with this dismal prospect before him onr friend travelled not on level ground ; his path led downward } he grew worse. In December, 1888, he had a distinct ; and bad attack, gave up business, and went to bed. There he remained for a weary painful month —thirty days, as long as thirty years of power and occupation. The doctor said there was something wrong with the stomach and bowels. After ho once more rose from his bed he still suffered dreadful pain and could rest neither day nor night. Indeed, some nights he never slept a moment. So weak had he become that when he attempted a short walk he was obliged to abandon the effort, return and go to bed. His own words are theseTo give you an idea bow reduced I had become I may mention that I lost over three atone weight and was wasting away. I kept on like this until January, 1891, when Mr Everson, of Oooold, told me of a medicine called Mother Soigel’o Syrup and the good it had done. I tried it and in three days I felt better. Cheered and encouraged by this I continued to use it, with the result that I wholly recovered from my mysterious malady. I am now strong and hearty, and business is again a pleasure. The Syrup did me more good in a few weeks than all the ten years doctoring pat together." (Signed) Albert Thorndyke, Proprietor of the “ Grapes Inn,” Church Street, Bye, Suffolk. May Ist, 1891. What do we learn from this P We learn chat while a miserly fool like our crossingsweeper may starve for money, a wise man with more reverence for his bodily temple, seeks and finds a remedy for a tendency to starvation , induced hy disease that the disease was indigestion and’dyspepsia, and the remedy Mother SeigeTs Syrup.

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