REMINDED OF HIS DEAD MOTHER.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XV, Issue 4440, 10 June 1893, Page 3

REMINDED OF HIS DEAD MOTHER.

(KXTRAOT FROM A PRIVATE LBIM.) It-was in the latter .part of August, 1891. A friend andVl had comedown from Ramsgato to/Jlii'.ster;to sea tho venerable church there, which is a thousand years old. I entered the churchyard and seated myself upon a nameless grave while he went in search of Bomebedy, to unlock the doors of the edifice and show its winders. In a few minutes he roturned in c; mpauy with an elderly lady to whom lie introduced mo, saying she was tho custodian and guide of tho place. 1 gnzed at her face for sumo ..moments without a word. If my own mother, dead and gone 15 yoara, had oomobaek to speak to her only son, I should ac.ir« cely have been more astonished, For this woman Was almost my mother's double; the same size, the same faco, and tho sania way of parting the hair and combing it in smooth bands from the forehead. 1 told her so, and ws wore friends before either fairly knew the other's name. What a queer world it is.

She then conducted ua through tho summit frame, and spuke of the long van ielicd past, of the moults and nuns who onoo sang and prayed within its walls, of the quaint carvings on tho hard oak seats in the chancel, of that precious relic the Cranni9r Bible, which ropcsus in a glass box against a pillar, and of many matters besides, drawn from tho apparently exhaustlcss well of her detailed and accurate information.

Finally the talk veered round to th wholesomcnesa of the vicinity, tho bracing nature of iti sea breezes and so on, Then our guide, Mrs Sarah Herd, said: —"1 have lived hore in Minster fifty years, and seou many upa and'down*. One of my uons is now in America, where he is doing well. He wants me to leave England aud make my home with liim but i doubt if I ever shall, lam somowhat like that old yew tree out in the yard, deeply rooted to this soil, and niiglr bo the worse for pulling up. Then I am getting on in life,- and ills grow apace with ago. In the spring of 18781 had a serious attack. At first I scarcely ki.ew what to make of it. There was no disease that I recognised in particular. I felt tired in body and weary in mind. There was much pain atiny oliest and baok, and a kind of tightness at the sides, an though physical furco were applied there to restrain me from, moving. "My appetite, which was usually good, fell away; and whenever late or drank gave uie pain, and 1 lived almost entirely on bread and water, I was always in pain and couldn't sleep so as to feol refreshed by it. After a time I grow so weak as to be unable to go about my werk., A bitter ahd sickening fluid arose into niy mouth, and I perspired to such an extent that tho sweat sometimes rolled of my face to tho floor." '

I (the writer) break in upon . Mrs Hord's story at this point merely to say that this tendency to sweat without the provocation of labour or of exeroise is always a sign of debilitated condition of tho system. It means that the blood is impure and impoverished, the kidneys working badly, and that the body lacks nourishment and is living feebly on what was previously stored in it. In other words, the stomach has refused its ditty and the other organs are in sympathy with it. Now we will let tho lady prbcoed, begging pardon for tho interruption. She went on to say:—" For a time I tried to uure myself with vaiiousgoines tio remedies which sometimes answer. But they failed, 'aim .1 consulted a physician, With all respect to the doctors, they occasionally tailed to. This one did. You know there comes a timo in alt long illnesses when we get in some way used to pain and misery and make no further effort to get rid of it. In faot, we don't know huw, and so don't try. For about three yoars I remained wretched and ailing, and dull .unhappy years they were. My sufferings were beyond all 1 had over known before, yet there seemed nothing to do but to bear them as patiently as 1 could. At this date, 1881, certain friends of mine spoke to me of the great bonfit they had received from tho use of Mother Sieigel's Syrup, , for indigestion and dyspepsia. This threw light on my mind, although I cannot say it made me at once a believer in Seigel'a Syrup. At length, however, in July, 1881, 1 began to take it. In all I used six bottles, and found my lioalth fully rpstored. Ten years have elapsed, and 1 have had no attack since. Cut if 1 do in future 1 shall know where to put my hand on the remedy.'' , • Our visit'being virtually ovor, we palled for a few moments at Mrs Herd's home, 2, High Streot, Minster, Kent, and then wended our way back to Bamsgate. New York, October, 1891,