HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2161, 10 February 1891, Page 4

HOW A GOOD SHIP WAS LOST.

On the night of October 27ch, 1842, the cood »hip “Mary Compton,” of Briato', England, was strangling with a fearful gale o ft the coast of North America. The wind blew fnriotul?, but the weather wat clear, and the Captain expected every moment to get light 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. Sura of hit 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. Oo reaching the shore they found a strange thing had happened. An entmy 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 most important lighthouse in the world. What shall be said of the man who darkens it in the face of a storm-tossed spirit ? “You ABE BBEOND HUMAN AID.” Those words were said by a physician to a woman who had oome to consult him. Admitting that he thought so, bad he the right to say a f No; 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 time. In June, 1889, she was greatly alarmed by her symptoms. Her heart palpitated, and she was so giddy she oculd scarcely stand. Her head whirled “ and,” sho said “ all objects seemed to go into a cloud.” Sho 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 the house,” she says, “ 1 was so weak. 1 tried different, remedies and medicines without avail. 1 went to the Dispensary at New Briggate and asked the doctor to tell me the worst. His answer was, 1 1 have mixed you some medicine ; you 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 PAST HUMAN AID.” “ My heart sank within me, for I have five little children, and my death would leave them without a mother's love and care. I i west home and cried till I was sick, I had oo appeti'e and had lost flash till I WAS THIN

AB A ghost! My mother came to »ee me acd did _.nofc know me. My. akin was of a green and yellow color, and when I ate anything it seemed to stick in my throat. About, this time I commenced vomiting, and what I threw up was' tinged with blood. 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 j Crawford's Mill, in East Street, Leeds (where: I live), had been cured by Mother SeigelV Curative Syrup. So I sent to Mr Jesson’s, the Chemist,in Great Garden Street, aud 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 the time I had finished the second bottle I had got over all my bad symptoms, and was fast getting my strength back. I»m now (April, 1890), in better health than ever before in my life. “I should have taken Mother SeigeTs Curative Syrup sooner, but my husband was out of work and we had only a trills coming in from bis club, but 1 thank God I did get it at last, and it cured me, bad off as I was. All my friends and neighbors know the facts I have related, and I will reply to any letters of enquiry. (Signed), Mrs Ann Mills, 40, Bread Street, York Boad, Leeds. This was a case of ~l ndigesti on and dyspepsin, with symptoms showing how £»r it bad affected the nervous system. A few .months, or possibly weeks more, and Mrs ; Mills would have, had do tale to tell. She did wrong to wait, one hour for any reason, after having known what Mother Seif el's Curative Syrup had done for he); friend Mrs Wilson.