"You Will Never Get Better, Caroline!"

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XII, Issue 3880, 7 August 1891, Page 4

"You Will Never Get Better, Caroline!"

" When that wave strikes me I shall be washed away and drowned I 60 cried a sailor, clinging to a halfsunken wreck, as he saw a tremendous sea rolling towards him. Yet he lived to tell rhe tale on shore. "Before this time next week I shall be dead!" So said a woman in a time of great fear. Yet Bhe also lived—and still lives to explain her situation. Here is her story told in her own words, and in her own way. She says: —" One day in September, 1880,1 stood at the top of a flight of eleven steps, about to go down. Suddenly I was taken with a giddy sensation. Everything seemed to swim around me, and I fell. -1 rolled to the bottom of the steps and au picked up insensible, with a broken arm. The doctor recommended rest and quietness. In a few days I was better, but still felt the shock te my nervous system, "Then many bad symptoms appeared. I had an uncomfortable feeling all over ire which 1 cannot describe. I couldn't eat; my appetite was gone. ' There was a foul taste in my mouth ; pains in the sides, back, and cheßfc; ■ coated tongue, and a sense of weakness j end distress in the stomach. 1 felt low < and melancholy, and had anxieties and | fears I could not trace to any particular 1 cause. The doctor who attended me for j some months said it was nerycus debility, brought about by the shock. 44 1 got worse instead of better, and went to the London Hospital, White™ chapel Boad, where I was ah out- | patient for several months, but I kept 1 getting worse. They said 1 was suffering with shock, liver congestion, and debility. I was then sent to the Brighton Convalescent Home, where , tbey treated me for fourteen days, and did little or no good. In a short time I began to despair, and my husband and others who came to see me fhouyht I was doomed. Thus I went on from month to month, ex« each week would be my last. againt whispered solemnly to myself, 'Before thiß time next week I shall be dead 1' 44 1 took no further interest in any thing pertaining to this world; but, thank God! I have a good hiuband and a good home. My hnsband carried me from my bed every day, and placed me in the chair sofa, and tried to cheer me up and persuade me I would get better. But since I have really got well, he tells me he never in his heart believed his own words. "My sister, too, came frequently to see me, and did ail Bhe could to ease my sufferings;bbust s being unable to resist what her own eyes showed her, she often said, ' You will never get better Caroline.'l "But who likes to read accounts of the troubles and sorrows of others ? so much do each and all of us have of our own to bear. I craye your attention only for a few words more. "I went on in this way—like one who stands on the crumbling edge of an open grave —until February, 1890, when a little book was left at my shop which told of the remarkable cures wrought by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. The narrative ol the policeman of Holyhead greatly impressed me. I said to my husband, 'The complaint that policeman suffered from is my complaint. The remedy that cured him may cure me.' "I sent at once ever to Messrs Lacy Chemists, Whitechapel Boad -It did me good, I could still, the food digested. when I swallowed a mouthful of solid food it seemed to turn to wind or sour acid and gas, and gave me nch pain I fancied I had heart disease. 4fl&*l perseyered with the medicine, aud after taking six bottles I never felt so well in. my life. 1 can now eat as heartily as any one, and am never distressed after taking food, "In fact, I can now eat a jolly good dinner, and I leave you to imagine what a treat it is after being bad so lung. •'My husband and relatives, as well as my neighbours aire all of my opinion —that Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life. 44 (Signed) Mrs Caeoline Sage, wife of Mr Henry Sage, Basket Maker and Stationer, 200 Whitechapel Road, London, E." One point only in Mrs Sage's state> ment needs a word of explanation. The fall downstairs, in which her illness apparently bczan, was in fact the result of the malady, which had for some time been undermining her nervous system —namely, indigestion and dyspepsia, and the giddiness which occasioned the fall was merely one of qnrffee symptoms.