A PAUPER’S DYING REQUEST.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1692, 31 January 1888, Page 4

A PAUPER’S DYING REQUEST.

An amusing and yet pathetic incident in whe.t Ihn poet Gray called the “ short and simple annals of the peer,” is told by Mr Juba J. R. Mioklejohn,ono of the Inspectors of the Poor, at Lerwick, Shetland Islands 1 He »ays that some time ago sn old woman, named Barbara Smith, came under the notice of the Beard. She was extremely ill, and it. did not look likely that she would ions need care of any kind. She did not reside on the mainland, but on a small island a few miles distant, and there being no parochial institutions in that place, Barbara necessarily occupied the position of a pauper living out. The trouble from which she suffered dated back many years. In better and more prosperous days she had in some way laid the foundation for Chronic Indigestion and Dye pope! a, and out of this had sprung other complaints as age and bodily infirmities crept apace upon her. Barbara was not ignorant, albeit she (had fallen into poverty. In earlier life she somehow obtained the advantage of a fait education, and this, added to native rhrewdness, enabled her to use good judgment in respect to her own situation and state of health. Although she had long suffered from asthma and a bronohial affection, Barg bars was wise enough to see that these ailments arose from the disordered stomach and digestion, and that if the main trouble could be cured the others would soon leave her- It is probable that her disease began as others do, with the usual symptoms ; headaches, bad breath, the rising of sour fluids in the throat, oppression and faintness at the pit of the stomach, loss of sleep, coated tongue, dull eyes, bad taste in the mouth, &0., and finally became chronic and hopeless through her not being able to find any remedy. The Inspector states that she had been under medical treatment for years, but to no effect. In this strait she one day made the following touching appeal to the Inspector : “ I have been swallowing medicines for “months. They do me no good. I am “ going on from worse to worse. I can en- “ dure it no longer. I feel that in a week or “ two I shall be dead. Theie is one last “ request I would make of you : give me a “ bottle of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup; “itis my only hope. If it proves a failure " and does me no good I will die in peace, “ and make no more expense to the parish.” It seems she had got hold of one of Mother Ssigel’s Almanacks and read of the gre.it cures wrought by the Syrup in oases like hen.

lha Board pitied the poor lone woman and granted her petition, believing, however, the Syrup would prove as useless as the other medioince she had already taken. What was their astonishment to find, in the course of a few days, that she had not only been able to get out of bed, but to move about outside the bouse, and had taken journeys to a considerable distance, and was actually enjoying better health than since she was first taken ill. The asthma and bronchitis, which were no more than symptoms of her true disease (indigestion and dyspepsia), rapidly abated, and it now seems that Barbara will soon be as hale and hearty as the Inspector himself, and be one of the hosts of living witnesses to the power of Mother Seigel’o 8/rup to save the thousands who were just ready to perish. Mother Seigel’a Curative Syrup is for sale by all chemists and medicine vendors, and by the proprietors, A. J. White, Limited, 35, Farringdon Eoad, London, 8,0.