HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2158, 3 February 1891, Page 4

HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

On the night of October 27th, 1842, the good ihip “ Mary Compton," of Bristol, England, was straggling with a fearful gale off the coast of Forth America. The.wind blew furiously, but the weather, was clear, and the Captain expected every moment to get sight of the light in the lighthouse on the Iron Bock Shoals. This lighthouse marked the entrance to the harbour. Once there, and they were safe. Sure of his position, he sailed on confidently. Five minutes later the ship struck with a fearful shook and went to pieces. Four men, including the Captain, were'saved. On reaching the shore they found a strange thing had happened. An enemy of the lighthouse keeper bad bound him hand and foot and extinguished the light. Souls, as well as ships, steer by the lights. Hope is the moat important lighthouse in the world. What shall bo said of the man who darkens it in the face of a storm-tossed spirit P “You ABE BEXOND HUMAN AID.” These words were said by a physician to a woman who had dome to consult him. Admitting that he thought so, had he the right to say Be P Foj for he might be wrong—and in any case he had no business to put out the light. This woman had been ill for some lime. In June, 1889, was greatly alarmed - by her; symptoms. Her heart ; palpitated, and she was to giddy she. could scarcely stand. Her bead whirled “and," she said “all objects seemed to go into a cloud.” She had to bold herself up or sit down for fear of falling. She broke out in: a sweat although cold as death. A dreadful cough racked her frame so that she could not lie down in bed and sleep.

" I could scarcely crawl about tbe house,’.' she says, “ I was so weak. I tried different remedies and medicines without avail. I went to the Dispensary at Hew Briggate and asked the doctor to tell me the worst. His answer was, ‘I have mixed you some nudioine 5 yru, can; take it or leave it.’ I took it for three weeks, then gave up in despair. “ I talked with two other physicians. The last one said, “You are j?abt hum ait aid V “ My heart’sank within me, for I have five little children, arid my death would. leave them without a mother's love and care. I went home and cried till I was sick.. I had no appeti'e and had lost flash till I wAs trim as A ghobt ! My mother came to see me and did pot know me. My; skinnwaß of a green and yellow color, and when I ate anything it seemed to stick io my throat.. About this time 1 commenced vomiting, and what I threw up was tinged-withblood, Once I began to vomit at 9 o’clock on a Saturday morning and scarcely got rest from: it until Monday morning. “At this time I remembered that Mrs Wilson, with’ whom I formerly worked in Crawford’s Mill, in Ease Street, Leeds (where I live), had been cured by Mother’ Seigel's Curative Syrup. So I sent to.Mr Jesaon’e, the Ohemist.in Great Garden Street, and got a bottle. A few doses stopped the vomiting, and by degrees from day to day I felt better. Soon I could eat a dry crust, and by thb time I bad finished the second battle I had got over all my bad symptoms, and was fast getting my strength back, 1 era now (April, 1890), in better health than ever before in my life. “I should have taken Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup sooner, but my husband was out of work and we had only a trifle coming in from his club, but I thank God I did get it at last, and 'it cured me, bad off as I was. All my friends and neighbors know tbe facts I have related, and I will reply to any letters of enquiry. (Signed), Mrs Ann Mills, 49, Broad Street, York Bead, Leeds. This was a case of Indigestion and dyspepsia, with symptoms showing how far it had affected the nervous system. A few months, or possibly weeks more, and Mrs Mills would have had no tale to tell. She did wrong to wait one hour for any reason, after having knows what Mother Seigel’a Curative Syrup bad done for her friend Mrs j Wilson. »