Mr. Eprrox,—While spending a few days at the pleasant seaside town of Aberystwith, Cardiganshire, Wales, I heard related what seemed to me cither a fabulous story or a marvellous cure.
The story was that a poor sufferer who had not been able to lie down in bed for six long years, given up to die by all the Doctors, had been speedily cured by some Patent Medicine. It was related with the more implicit confidence from the circumstance, as was said, that the Year of Llanrystyd was familiar with the facts, and could vouch for the truth of the report.
Having a little curiosity to know how uch stories grow in travelling, I took the liberty while at the village of Lianrystyd to call upon the Vicar, the Rev. T, Evans, and to enquire about this wonderful cure. Though a total stranger to him, both he and his wife most graciously entertained me in a half hour's conversation, principally touching the ease of Mr. Pugh, in which they seemed to take a deep and sympathetic interest, having been familiar with his sufferings, and now rejoiced in what seemed to them a most remarkable cure.
The Vicar remarked that he presumed his name had been connected with the report from his having mentioned the case to Mr, John Thomas, a chemist of Llanon. He said Mr. Pugh was formerly a resident of their parish, but was now living in the parish of Llanddeinol.
He strongly vouched Mr, Win. Pugh's character as a respectable farmer and worthy of credit. I left the venerable Vicar with a livelier sense of the happy relation of a pastor and people, feeling that he was one who truly sympathised with all who are afflicted in mind, ori estate.
On my return to Aberystwith, T was ini-pressed with a desire to see Mr. Pugh, whose reputation stood so high. His farm is called Pancom-Mawr, signifying ''above the dingle," situated near the summit of a smooth round hill, overlooking a beautiful valley in which is situated the lovely ivy-mantled Church of Llandeinol. I found Mr. Pugh, apparently about 40 years old, of medium height, rather slight, with a pleasant and intelligent face, 1 told him I had heard of his great affliction and of his remarkable and almost miraculous relief, and that I had come to learn from his own lips, what there was of truth in the reports.
Mr, Pugh remarked that his neighbours had taken kindly and sympathetic interest in his case for many years, but of late their interest had been greatly awakened by a happy change in his condition, What you report as having heard abroad, said he, is substantially true, with one exception." I never understood that my case was ever given up as hopeless by any. Physician. I have been treated by several Doctors hereabouts, as good as any in Wales, but unfortunately no prescription of theirs ever brought the desired relief.
Fifteen years ago, he said, I first became conscious of a sour and deranged stomach and loss of appetite, which the Doctors told was Dyspepsia. What food I could hold in my stomach seemed to do me no good and was often thrown up with painful retchings. This was followed after a time with a hoarseness and a raw soreness of the throat which the Doctors called bronchitis, and I was treated for that, but: with little success. Then came shortness of breath and a sense of suffocation, espe: cially nights, with clammy sweat, and I would have to get out of bed and sometimes open a door or window in. winter weather to fill my lungs with the cold air.
"About six years ago become a0 bad that I could not sleep in bed, but had to take my unquiet rest and dreamy sleep sitting in an armchair. My affliction seemed to be working downwards into my bowels as well as upwards into my lungs and throat, the violent coughing spasms which grew more frequent, my abdomen would expand and collapse and at times it would seem that I should suffocate. All this time I was reduced in strength so that I could perform no hard labour, and my spirits were consequently much depressed.
Early in' this last spring I had a still more severe spasmodic attack, and my family and neighbours became alarmed, believing that certainly I would not survive, when a neighbour, who had some know eye, or had heard of the medicine, sent ito Aberystwith by the driver of the Onmibus Post, some seven miles distant, and fetched a' bottle of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup.
This medicine they administered to me according the directions, when to their surprise and delight no less than my own, the spasm ceased, T became at ease, and riy stomach was calmed. My bowels were Fmoved as by a gentle cathartic, and I felt a sense of quiet comfort all through such as I had not before realized in many \Greatho comfortably in a few hours utter ars. 1 could walk around the house and
L had taken the medicine. I have continued to take the medicine daily now for something over two months, and I can lay down and sleep sweetly at nights and have not since had a recurrence of those terrible spasms and sweatings. I have been so long broken down and reduced in my whole system that I have not tried to perform any very hard out-door Inbour, deeming it, best to be prudent lest by over-exertion I may do myself injury before my strength is fully restored. I feel that my stomach and bowels have been and are being throughly renovated and renewed by the medicine. In fact I feel like a new man.
Lhave been much congratulated by my neighbours, especially by the good Vicar of Lianrystyd, who with his sympathetic wife have come three miles to shed tears of joy on my recovery.
bade Mr. Pugh goodbye, happy that even one at least anion thousands had found a remedy for an aguravati riy disease, Believing this remarkable case of Dyspeptic Asthma should be known to the public, 1 beg to submit the above facts as they are related to me.
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