ONE WOMAN'S NERVES

Temuka Leader, Issue 2147, 8 January 1891, Page 4

ONE WOMAN'S NERVES

Looking backward ,to a certain lonely and unhappy time, a ladysayss. ; " I dragged on in this miserable condition for yean, until I got.tired of doctoring andi taking stuff that did ae no good. One physician attended me for eighteen months, giving me but little relief. V 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 bead 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 bo ebbing .out of me like the water out of a river at low tide.

■« In June, 1889, whilst liviDgat Moredown> Bournemouth, I had a worse attack than any I bad before. 1 was taken with a feelini of cramp, as if pins 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 tp make of my case. In fact, he. war puz«led> and finally said : ';I don't really know what your complaint is.'

" I trembled and shook and felt as if I should fall to pieces. I was first hot and then oold, and so dreadfully nervouo I 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 oime on I said to myie'f, 'I am sure 1 shall never get up again.' " I took nothing but liquid food, and yet could not retain even that on my stomaoh. By this lime I was nothing but ikinand bone!. My legs went clammy, as if I bad no blood left in me. My memory completely failed, I never expected to reaover, 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, whon one day my friend Mrs West, of Bournemouth, called and asked me what I was taking. I said, 'Ob, I'm tiredof taking things ; it's no use;; I shall die.' Then she told me she was once ill much as I was, and was cared by Mother Seigel'sJ Curative Syrop. ' 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 irs't dcse, and after three days I was able to walk aoroci the room, and by the end of the week I went down stairs, Now lam well as ever. All my nervousness has hit me, and I oan eat and digest my food :without feeling any distress.

"I want to say, finally, that I knew about Mother Beimel's Curative Syrup,, and should have tried ii years before if certain acquaintance hadn't said,' Oh, don't lake it for it will do you no good.' They said that beoaute it was advertised, not because they knew for themselves. It was a bad advice for me, and cost me years of torture. From what I have said—whioh is but part of my story —the people may infer what I think of this remedy. I thank God that I did retort to it at last before it was too late " (Signed) Mrs Jane Foster, Parraoott Road, Pokesdown, Bournemouth, Hants, March, 1890. It is only ncceisary to add that the malady from whioh Mrs. Foßter suffered was indigestion, dyspepsia, «rad nervous prostration. Brought on originally by grief and shook at her husband's sudden and violent. ,death, her sTstem did not rally until Mother Seigel's Curative Sjrup ramoved 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 Joolishly procrastinated in the matter of using it. Her statement of facts may be relied upon, as the ease has been thoroughly and impartially investigated.