A REMARKABLE CASE.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1764, 17 July 1888, Page 4

A REMARKABLE CASE.

Under tho above heading tho Dotcaster Reporter of July 6th, 1887, publishes the following ia its editorial column? : Our readers may reoall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Bichcld, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane, in this town, some time ago, and being picked up, as ho continued perfectly helpless, and taken ia a osb by two gentlemen to the offioe of F. W. Fiiher, Esq., the solicitor who employed him. On restoring him consciousness it wag ascertained that he was afflicted with rhat 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 suddenly his head was in a whirl, and he fell in the street like a man who is knocked down. Oncoming to to his senses in the solicitor's office ho thought what this might mean, and feared bo was going to have a fit of illness, which wo all know is a very dreadful thing for a poor man with a family to oare for. With this in his mind, he at once sought the best medical advioe, telling the doctors how he bad been attacked. They questioned him, end found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nerrous system, resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dyspepsia of a ohronio nature. 1 his in turn 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 discribod by Mr Rich old must be of interest both to tick and well. Be had noticed for ■ereral years previously in faot 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, tho tongue coated, and tho bowels so bound and oottive that it nduoed tbat most painfu 1 and troublesome ailment—the piles, fie says there was some pain in the sides and back, and a sense of fulness on the right side, as though the liver was enlarging, which proved to be the terrible The secretions from the kidneys would be soanty and high-colored, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standirg. These things had troubled Mr Biohold 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 complaint, which began in indigeition and dyspepsia. His story of how he went from one physician to another in search of a euro that his wife and little ones might not come to want is very pathetic and touohing. Finally he beoame 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 the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-on-the-Naze, but neither the change nor the physicians who treated him there did any good. All bei g without avail, ho visited London, with a sart of vague hope tbat 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 hii condition to a friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine whioh he called " Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup," saying it was genuine and 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 publio may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when, after taking a few doses, he felt great relief. He could eat better; his food distressed him less; tho symptoms we have named abated ; the dark spots whioh had floated before bis eyes like smuts of soot gradually disappeared, and bis strength increased. Before this time his knees would knook together whenever he tried to walk, So encouraged was he now that he kept on using "Mother Seigel's Curative Sjrup " until it ended in completely curing him, la speaking of his wonderful recovery, Mr Biohold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from oaptivity on hie island in the sea, and added, " But for Mother Seigel'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 remarkable case, as Mr Biohold (now residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-the-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most reipeoted 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. We have deemed the case of suoh importance to the publio as to justify us in giving a short so* ciunt of it in our columns. 3