IT WAS MARY SHERLOCK'S WAKE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XIII, Issue 4134, 9 June 1892, Page 3

IT WAS MARY SHERLOCK'S WAKE.

" There lays a hundred yeara o' peace and hnppineta." It was th wake of Mary Sherlock, who hiid di of old nge; and it toil place on thtight of Tburtday, Match 19th, 1891, in the City of Sew York, The room was crowded with men and women, old and young, and an aged junkman, who sat on akea in the middlo of the room, said to every new-oomer, " There lays a hundred years of peace and happiness," to which the party responded in ohorus, 'Faith. Mike, niver truer words did ye speak." Fur Grandma Sherlock had como to America from Ireland boforo any of them, and, no doubt, was at least 105 years old when she ended her long journey, But she was one of the old stock and never knew what illness was.

How different is auch a story as this, for instance, told by a woman 1 " I was never well in.my life," she says, "always weak and ailing, constantly sick, and troubled with tjiddiness and swimming in the head. People who did not know me would at times think 1 was toy. 1 always had a poor appetite, with bad taste in the mouth in the morning, and pain after eating. I had great pain and tightness in the chest and side, and wsb languid and tired after the least exertion, so I was unable to work or get my own living. " As to sick headacho, I was seldom free from it, and often my heart would palpitate, so I had to stop and hold myself, for fear oi tailing: I was nearly always under the doctor, and when 1 was so, something furmod in my mouth that the doctor called ' ranula," and 1 was confined in the Exeter Hospital 17 weeks with it.

"From that timo I was worse than ever, and after eating tho least morsel of food I heaved at the stomach and would spit up a sour fluid. " Better and worse I continued until April, 1889, when 1 became much worse, and my abdomen swelled until it reached a great ii?,e, end a pain in the side and back made me scream out. Indeed, I was in such agony I could not stir hand or foot. Just then my neighbour, Mrs Darns, wife of Joshua Harris, tho road contractor, came in, and 1 had to be carried to bed. So dreadful was the pain that I broke out into a heavy sweat, and a faintnoss came over me. Mrs Harris stayed with me and poulticed mo, but a3l got no better my mother, who lived at Rouedon, was sent for. She came at once, and sent for a doctor, as I was in terrible distress, and fighting for breath, Tho doctor said he could not tell what was the matter, and a second doctor was sent for from Scaton by tho clergyman, who thought 1 was dying. 8o critical was my condition considered that prayers were made for mo at the church. "The swelling of the bowels increased, and the doctor said if this Dwelling did nut go down I could not get better, as it must be a tumour. He seemed puzzhd by my case and kept changing my mtdicine, but I got no relief. My brother and others who came to see me all believed me to be dying. "After two months of this a lad) named Mrs Stocker, who lived at Kouidon, came to see me and told me about a medicine called Mother Seisel's Syrup and said,' You try it, for it once saved my life." "Isent to Mr Gage, the grocer at Seaton, and got a bottle, and before I had taken the contents I felt better, the pain was easier, and the swelling I have spoken of gradually went away, Alter having taken three bottlcß 11 was ablo to movo about, and

now feel belter than 1 ever did in my life before, and am strongor than when I was a girl, But, oh, if I had known of Mother Seigel's Syrup soonof, it would have saved me years of misery, (Signed) Mrs Mary Hoabe, Combpyne, Axminster, Devon, Feb. 16,1891. This was a case of chronic indigestion and dyspepsia, with terrible constipation ; the swelling was caused by matter in the intestines which had probably

ieen slowly accumulating for months.

In the meantime tho festering mass illed tbo wholo Bystem with puißon,

causing all the other symptoms described. Women are subjeot to this far more than men, on account of their careless habits, It occasionally happens that surgical interference is necessary. There was no tumour of course, tut in the end there might have been, had not Seigel's Syrup removed the loathsome deposit before it was too late. What a pity that women (and men too) will not check the first symptoms of disease, and thus, like Mary Sherlock, enjoy a hundred yean of peace and happiness.