ONE WOMAN'S NERVES.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2143, 30 December 1890, Page 1

ONE WOMAN'S NERVES.

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

I" 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 oramp, as if pins and needles were running into me, all over my body. I could not move, and had to lie helplosß in bed. The dootor was sent for, and attended ma ef ery day, but did not seem to know what to make of my oase. In fact, he was puxaled, and inall* said i • I don't really know what your complaint is.' "11 rem bled and shook and felt as if I should fall to pieces. I was first hot and then oold, and so dreadfully nervous I could not bear any one in the room with me, and yet I did not wish them far away in oase I should call out for help. Every time one of these spasms oamo on I said to myse'f, 'I am sure I shall sever get up again.' " I took nothing Out liquid food, and yet oould not retain even that on my stomaoh. By this time I was nothing but skin and bone. My legs went clammy, as if I bad no blood left in me. My memory completely failed. I never expeoted to recover, and that wai 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 ■o dreadfully I thought I should lose mj senueß. " I had given up all hope, when one day my friend Mrs West, of Bournemouth, oalled and asked me what I was taking. I said, 'Oh, I'm tired of taking things ; it's no use j I shall die.' Then she told me she was onoe ill much as I was, and wai cared by Mother Seigel'sl 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 tha f rst dose, and after three days I was able to walk aoross 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 oan eat and digest mj food without feeling any distress.

" I want to say, Anally, that, I knew about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and should have tried it years before if oerbain acquaintance hadn't said,' Oh, don't take it for it will do you no good.' They said that beoaute it was advertised, not beoause they knew for themselves. It was a bad advice for me, and oost me years of torture. From what I have said—which is bub part of my B tory—the people may infer what I think of this remedy. I thank Crod that I did resort to it at last before it was too late." (Signed) Mrs Jane Bister, Darracott 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 Ourative Syrup removed the torpor of the digestive organs, and thus enriohed the blood and fed the nerves. It always Las this effect in like cases. Wa can only regret that she looHshly proorastinated in the matter of using it. Her atatemont of facta may be relied upon, as the oase has been thoroughly and impartially investigated.