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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XII, Issue 3941, 17 October 1891, Page 3

Little of the Sua; Notaia* of tad Dog- I

"When JRip Van Winkle awoke from his nap in the Catskill Mountains it America, he found himself an old man. His dog was dead long ago, ind nothing was left of his gun but the lock and barrel. And when he went back to the village of Falling Water, where he used to Jive-uobody recognised him. His wife, believflg him dead, had married the innkeeper. Bight enough too, for Rip had lain on the mountain side, sound asleep for twenty years. A long snooze ; bnt it seems to me I'd rather be asleep half my life at a stretcl than to stop awake and be miserable Yet here is a woman who sayp "I car truthfully say that for eighteen years ] was never free from pain for a singh day.". Mercy I think of that. What i wretched way to Jive! Yet I suppoa millions of folk crawl along.through thi world in that style. !Not because thej want to. Heavens, no ! But becausi they can't help it. This was he situation, and an army of other womei (besides crowds of men) can svmpathis with her. She says: " For over twenty years was weak and sick. At first I had aba taste in my mouth, poor appetite and an uncomfortable feeling at my chest and sides, and often tried to obtain ease by holding up my sides with my hands. After eating I had great pain : it was like a load at my chest, and I could not bear it until I vomited all my food up. 1 would be quite faint from the want of foa<U>ut was afraid to eat. At times 1 had mid attacks of spasms which nearly doubled me up, and 1 rambled up and down the house for hours together, for I could not even lie down. Of course I lost a deal of sleep, and in a morning was so weak apd faint 1 scarcely knew how lo get o« of bed and downstairs. For eighteeen years I was never free from pain for a single day. " 1 saw doctor after doctor, and took a great quantity of medicine without finding any real relief. They would not say what was the cause of ray ailment. I was fart wasting away, and did not think I could-Jve much longer, when one day in 1881 my husband heard from Mr Joseph Cooper, of Bourne, of a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, which he said had cured him. 'lf I am spared," I said to my husband, * I will try it.' I did bo and before I had taken the first bottle I found relief, and after taking four bottles more I was quite well and strong. •' That is now ten years ago, and I have been in good health ever since, taking just an occasional dose of the syrup. After my recovery the clergyman Baid to my husband, * Your missus gets about Very different now to what Bhe used to do,' and he told him that Mother Seigel's Syrup had wrought the cure. People tell me I look better than I did twenty years ago, and I feel so Bttong that I can now dig potatoes and do the work of anyone, notwithstanding lam 65 years of age. " My husband suffered terribly from rheumatism and flux, and has found wondarful benefit from the same medicine. He says he would have been in the churchyard long ago but for Mother Seigel's Syrup. For myself I can say it saved my life, and I wish others tc know what it has done for me and mine. (Signed), Mrs. Esther Ayr, wife of William Ayr, near Bourne, Lincolnshire." In this brief and simple way Mrs Ayr tells a story the full details of which would fill a book. What hopes and fears I what hours of keen sorrow and deep darkness she must have experienced. Yes, indeed, ftone can eyen Imagine it except those who belong to tbegreat Sisterhood of Suffering. Where Bhe mentions one symptom of her hisease she actually could have named dalf a dozen. For her malady—the fea&fty common and fatal one, iudigesdyspepsia—has as many signs as the mini has fancies, or theVkavens have clouds. From it, as from sin, come a thousand pangs and fains to torment and to crush helpless umanity. Seeing what her great discovery has accomplished in this and multitudes of like cases, how good a friend to her kind was Mother Seigel I Bip Van Winkle awoke from his nap to find himself old ; Mrs Ayr awoke from her long night of illness to find herself youag again. Is not the moral plain en°«sh for all the suffering millions in England ?

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