A REMARKABLE CASE.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1710, 13 March 1888, Page 4

A REMARKABLE CASE.

Under the above heading the Doroastor Reporter of July 6th, 1887, publishes the following in its editorial columns Our readers may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Biohold, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane, in this town, eoms time ago, and being picked up, a: he continued perfectly helpless, and taken ia a osb by two gentlemen to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq., the solicitor who employed him, On restoring him to consciousness it was ascertained that he was filiated with what seemed to be an incurable disease. When he was able to speak he said he had been to his dinner, and was on his way back to work when auddenly his head was in a whirl, and he fell in the street like a man who is knocked down. On coming to to his senses in the solicitor’s office he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a very dreadful thing for a poor man with a family to care for. Witli this in his mind, he at once sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how bo had been attacked. They questioned him, and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system, resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dye pepsia of a ohranio nature. J bis in tarn had been caused by confinement to his desk and grief at the loss of dear friends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, as disoribed by Mr Biohold must be of interest both to sick and well. He had noticed for several years previously in foot that his eyes and face began to have a yellow 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 was some pain in the sides and back, and a sense of fulness on tbe right side, as though the i liver was enlarging, which proved to be the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-colored, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing. These things bad troubled Mr Biohold a long time, and after bis 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 complaint, which began in indigestion and dyspepsia. His story of how ho 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 became too ill to keep his situation, and had to give it up. This was a sad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be able to live. But God raised up friends who helped to keep tbe wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-on-the-Nazs, but neither the change nor the physicians who treated him there did any good. All bei'g without avail, he visited London, with a sorb of vague hope that some advantage might happen to him in the 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 bis condition to a friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine which he called “ Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup,” saying it wae genuine ;»nd honest, and often cured when everything else had failed. He bought a bottle off a chemist in Pimlico, and began using it according to the directions. He did this without faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when, after taking a lew doses, he felt great relief. He could eat "better; his food distressed him less; the symptoms we have named abatedj the dark spots which had floated before his eyes like smnts of soot gradually disappeared, and his strength increased. Before this time Lis knees would knock together whenever he tried to walk, Bo encouraged was he now that he kept on using "Mother Seigel’s Curative S/rup ” until it ended in completely curing him, In speaking of his wonderful recovery, Mr Biohold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on hie island in the sea, and added, " But for Mother Soigel’s Curative Syrup the grass would now be growing over my grave." Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth of all the statements in this most re< markable case, as Mr Biohold (now residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-the-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful village of Long Melford, Suffolk, and his personal character is attested by so high an authority as the Bev. C. J. Martyn, rector of that parish, besides other excellent names. Wo have deemed the case of suoh importance to the public as to justify us in giving a short account of it in our columns. 3