THE BABY ON A BATTLEFIELD.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2182, 31 March 1891, Page 1

THE BABY ON A BATTLEFIELD.

On the night after the battle'of Waterloo, in the blord-stained mire of a ploughed field, l»y an English officer dead, where he fell. At hi* side lay the body of hi* wife, who had followed him from England, and perhaps arrived in time to receive his lait sigh. On hie breast was their baby, sound aileep, and smiling amid that dreadful scene as though angels were inspiring its dreams. Ah, Gcd! what a thing is childhood—touohing Heaven in its innocence and earth in its agony. While we have the children how large the places they fill > When we lose them how great the vacancies they [eave! . Baad the story of an escape, es told by a parent. My daughter Kate, now eleven years old, had always been delicate. She was pale and thin, and it seemed bs though a breadth of cold air would destroy her. She was now better, now worse, but never well. In the summer 1885 she complained of a sense of weight in the chest and side. Her abdomen was distended as though,she bad overeaten, when in faot she ate scarcely more than a bird. She ipoke of a bad taste in the mouth, and would always be holding her sides, or plaoing her hands against her temples, as if to relieve the pressure there. She a'so had pains between the shoulders, and her breath was very offensive. She was always tired and languid, and, though naturally a bright, intelligent ohild, would He for hours in a listless condition. She grew weaker and weaker, until she could ; soarcely stand. We thought her to be in a decline. Then came a sign even more alarming—a short, dry, deep-sounding cough. My wife and I feared it was consumption.^, In our anxiety we consulted the dootors, who said, " YSS, XOTTB DAUGHTEB HAS CONSUMPTION.'' What a sad prospect for us! i;, ,- ( About Christmas, 1885, 1 removed my family from Huntingdon to Manchester. Poor Kate was too weak to take the journey with us ; she remained with her grandmother at Thorp Farm, Norfolk. Still the dear ohild sank from week lo week. What was our surprise, some time afterwards, to receive a letter from grandmother reading like this ; "Kate is tbby hitch bexthb. She is hating wbll, amd the koßeß abb coming INTO HEB THIN CHHEKB." Whst OOUld have happened P In another month we had the happiness of welooming our daughter into our new home in Manchester. How great was our joy when saw the wonderful change which had taken place in her. She is now a fine, healthy ohild, and never ails anything more than any girl may. Wow what wrought this change? What gave up back our daughter, seemingly almost from the brink of the grave P I will answer frankly, for there is nothing to conceal : Seeing her deplorable stats, and that none of the medecines she had taken proved appro* priate to her strange malady, her grandmother one day said to herself, " I think I will give Kate a dose out of my bottle of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup." Her gfandmother had received great benefit from this medioine herself for a complicated diseass. It was given to Kate, and the gocd effect was immediate. She at once rested more tranquilly and '.had something of an appetite, and a little later her grandmother was justified in writing to us as I have already stated. (Signed) Frederick Butcher, 6 Birch ttoad, Crumpoall, necr Manchester. Mr and Mrs Butcher are people of the highest respectability, and well educated. For some years Mr Butcher was an assistant at the great shop of the Messrs Lewis, Market Street, Manchester, and an impartial acquaintance writes that Miss Kate Butoher is one of the' brightest young girls to be met with anywhere—quiok,precocious, and full of vivaoity and wit. Speaking of the daughter's recovery, her mother says; "I do not care what anyone may say, fchsre is no medicine so gocd a 3 Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup." The proprietors of Mother Seigel's Curative Syiup desire to make no false impressions, The young girl did not have consumption. She suffered from indigestion and dyspepsia, and from poverty of her blood, like myriads of her sex. The hollow oough, which sounded so consumptive, was one of the symptoms, not the disease. She needed life and strength from her food, but bow could she get it with her stomach torpid and dead P Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup corrected the ailment at its root, and recovery quiokly followed. We repeat once more the faot that is taught by this interesting case: When in doubt treat any and all com plaints aa symptoms of indigestion and dyspepsia, and in nine instances out of ten you will see j ast suoh a wonder as narrated above. We wish long life and happy days to this young lady and her good parents and friends.