ONE WOMAN’S NERVES.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2141, 23 December 1890, Page 1

ONE WOMAN’S NERVES.

Looking backward to a certain lonely and unhappy time, a lady eaya : “ I dragged on in this miserable condition for yean, until I got tired of doctoring and taking stuff that did roe no good. One physician attended me for eighteen months, giving me but little relief. ‘‘ 1 slept only in a broken fashion, and arose in the morning very little the better for haring gone to bed. There was often severe pain in my head and over my eyes and an almost constant tense of sickness The skin gradually got dry and yellow, the region of the stomach and bowels felt cold and dead, and the natural energy and warmth appeared to be ebbing out of me like the water cut of a river at low tide.

“ In June, 1889, whilst living at Moredown, Bournemouth, I had a worse attack than any I had before. 1 was taken with a feeling of cramp, as if pits and needles were running into me, all over my body. I could not move, and had to lie helpless in bed. The doctor was sent for, and attended me every day, but did not seem to know what to make of my case. In fact, he was pusaled, and finally said : * I don’t really know what your complaint is.’ “ I * rembled and shook and felt as if I should fall to pieces. I was first hot and then odd, and so dreadfully nervous 1 could not bear any one in the room with me, and yet I did not wish them far away in case I should call out for help. Every time one of these spasms came on I said to myie f, ‘I am sure 1 shall never get up again.’ “ I took nothing but liquid food, and yet oonld not retain even that on' my stomach. By this time I was nothing but skin and bone. My legs went clammy, as if I had no blood left in me. My memory completely failed. 1 never expected to recover, and that was the opinion of my friends. After they had called to see me they would go away saying, ‘ She will never get better.’ My head ached so dreadfully I thought I should lose my senses-

“I had given up all hope, when one day my friend Mrs West, of Bournemouth, called and asked me wbat I was taking. 1 said, ’Ob, I’m tired of taking things ; it’s no use ; I shall die. ’ Then she told me she was once ill much as 1 was, and was oared by Mother Seigel’sJ Curative Syrup, ‘ Well,’ I said, * I’ll try it if you will send for it.' She did so, and I seemed to fell better on taking the first dose, and after three days I was able to walk across the room, and by the end of the week I went down stairs, Now lam well as ever. All my nervousness has left me, and I can eat and digest my food without feeling any distress.

“ I want to say, finally, that I knew about Mother Seigal’s Curative Syrup, and should have tried it year* before if certain acquaintance hadn’t said, 1 Oh, don’t take it for it will do you no good.’ They said that became it was advertised, not because they knew for themselves. It was a bad advice for mo, and cost me years of torture. From what I have said—which is but part of a;y story—the people may infer what I think of this remedy. I thunk God that I did resort to it at last before it was too late ” (Signed) Mrs Jane Foster., Darraoott Road, Pokesdown, Bournemouth, Hants, March, 1890. It is only necessary to add that the malady from which Mrs, Foster suffered was indigestion, dyspepsia, and nervous prostration. Brought on originally by grief and shook at her husband’s sudden and violent death, her system did not rally until Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup removed the torpor of the digestive organs, and thus enriched the blood and fed the nerves. It always Las this effect in like cases. We can only regret that she loolishly procrastinated in the matter of using it. Her statement of facts may be relied upon, as the case has been thoroughly and impartially investigated.