NATURE SLOWLY MAKES READY.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXV, Issue 28, 12 November 1897, Page 6

NATURE SLOWLY MAKES READY.

You have probably never se^n a volcano in eruption. It ia a magnificent spectacle. Where do all thoss torrents of red-hot lava come from ? Nobody can tell, except that they come from somewhere down deep in the earth. But one thing we know, namely, that eruptions of any one volcano .ire far apart. Between whiles Nature is getting ready for them ; she is prep iriug for the tremendous demonstration. Just so it is with all her pi occ^fcs. In the cold of winter she is arranging the forces which are to make the heat and the harvests of the following summer, and so on. From May, 181)0, to February 1592, is a period of twenty -one months. The two dates will long remain e'ear in the mind of Mrs. Martha Bowles, of 182, Llangyfil.ich ltoad, Morriston, near Swansea. For the first was the beginning, and the second the ending of an experience which was bad enough in itself, yet only the introduction to something vastly worse. It v» as like the time of getting ready for a great trouble to come. Her first sense of this was indefinite and vague, like the low muttering of thunder below the horison while the skies are yet clear. She expresses it thus, in the very words most of us use on similar occasions, " I felt that something was wrong with me — something hanging over me." Ah: dear me. How often w r e think such feelings are a warning sent to the spirit, when in fact they are caused entirely by the condition of our bodies. She felt heavy, languid and tired, and mentally depressed. This was not only melancholy to her but new, as she had always been strong and healthy. Then came the discomforts which there could be no mistake about. They are common enough to be sure. Oh, ye j . But isn't that all the more a reason why we should understand what they mean ? " Certainly,"you will say. Well, then, there was that bad, offensive taste in the mouth, that so many of us have had; the failure of the appetite, the pain in the chest and sides after eating. The worst pain was in the right side, where it was very heavy. That pointed to the liver, which is located o 1 that side; and when anything ails the liver it is as though the big water-wheel of a mill had got fixed so as not to turn round. For the liver does half a dozen kinds of work, and when it strikes work the rest of the organs take a sort of rainy holiday. Presently her skin and the white of her eyes turned yellow as autumn leaves. That meant bile in the blood ; the liver was off its duty; that is a sure sign. The kidney secretion was the coiour of blood instead of a clear amber, which meant that the trouble had already reached those important organs. Then the stomach was up^et and refused to take kindly to food — as though the miller sent your grain back, declining to grind it. She vomited a sour, bitter fluid, which was acid bile, away out of its proper track. On and on along this Kne,conM.antly getting further and further from the happy land of he ilth ; this was the history of those Uventy-one monthsall bad enough, yet all preparatory for worse ones. '• Oi o day in February, IMU," she says in her letter of August ISth. is I*.},1 *.}, '• I begun to ha\e dreadful pain and cramp. It began in the r'ght side, and extended across the stomach. For hours together I was in the greatest agony. \\ hat I suffered is past description. When the pain eased a little I was cold as death and shivered until the bed .-hook under me. 1 hud hot iron Plates applied to my feet, and held hot irons in my hand*, but nothing gave much relief. My stomach was so initable th it 1 cud- 1 kw pno food on it. I was now confined to my bed, and the iloUor intending me .-aid I was passing gallstones Hew ante Imetogo t > Swansea Hospital and be operated upon, but [ was afraid I might not live tlm.uuh it. '• I next had two other doc or-, at Morristou and also three from Swansea, who all nave me mcli ine<, and said nothing more could be done fur me. For six months 1 lay in bed undergoing the greatest agony; never free irom pun ino.'j tun t.vo or three hours at a time." JJ.iniuj th- whole of this ti.ii •J ir lit ft lon not limy but milk ami u\dt r. Iha 1 scarcely any life or strength lett iv me. All who saw me slid I never could by any chance get b-tter in this world. '• I lingered on like this until August. 1S!)2, when my daughter brought me a book telling ot Mother Sei gel's Curative Syrup. In this book she read of a case like mine having been cured by this medicine. My husband got a bottle fiom Mr Bevan, the chemist, and after taking a tew doses I t\ lt a little relief. I kept on with it and soon tlv pa.ns l<-fc me, my .ipputite returned, and my food agreed with me. After taking the "Syrup for three months I was a new creature and strong as ever, i cm now eat anything, and nothing (lisau-re 's with me. AtbT I was well our minister one day said : 1 Mr-*. Bowles, I never thought to see you alive.' I said, 'Mother Scigel's Su-up saved my lite.'" You may publish my case, and I will g tally answer inquiries. (Signel) Martha Bowles. This cise — one of ueuteindnre-tionand dyspepsia, with liver and kidney eoinplunts — is well known in the district. The ladies husband is a gardener, well known an I respected. Do we need to point out the moral of this wonderful cure? No You can s c it for yourself.