Under the above heading the Doncaster Reporter of July Gth, 1887, publishes the following in its editorial colums: of a young clark, named Arthur Richold, Our remedy may recall the circumstance
falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane in this town some time ago, an being iched up, as he continued perfectly help-fess, and taken in a cab by two gentlemen to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq the solicitor who employed him. him to consciousness that he was afflicted with bean incurable disease, When he was able to speak he said he had been to his dinner and was on his way back to his work, when suddenly his head was in a whirl and he fell in the sttest like a man who is knocked down, On coming to his senses in the soli otice he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a very dreadful thing for a poor man with a family to care for.
With this in his mind he at once sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how he had been attacked. They questioned. iim, and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dyspepsis of chronic nature. his in turn been caused by confinement to his desk and grief at the loss of dear friends by death. The coming on of this strange disease, as described by Mr. Richold, must be of interest both to sick and well. He had noticed for several years previously, in fact, that his eyes and face began to have a yellow look; there was a sticky and unpleasant slime on the gums and teeth in the morning; the tongue coated; and the bowels bound and costive that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment—the piles. He says there was some pain in the sides and back and a sense of fulness on the right side, as though the liver were enlarge. ing, which proved to be the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing These things had troubled Mr. Richold along time, and after his fall in the street he clearly perceived that the fit of giddiness was nothing more than a sign of the steady and deadly advance of the complaint, whic! began in indigestion and dyspepsia. His story of how he went from one physician to another in search of a cure that his wife and little ones might not come to want is very pathetic and touching. Finally he became too ill to keep his situation and had tup. This wasasad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be able to live. But God raised up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-onthe. but neither the change, nor the physicians who treated him there, did any good. All being without avail he visited London, with a sort of vague hope that ge might happen to him in the this was in October, 1885.
'How wonderful, indeed, are the ways of Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes and' then helps us when we least in London he stated his condition toa friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine which he called Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup, saying it was genuine and honest, and often cured when everything else had failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist in Pimlico, and began using i according to the directions. He di without faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when after taking a few doses he felt great relief. He could eat better; his food distressed him less; the symptoms we have named abated; the dark spots which had floated before his eyes like smuts of soot, gradually disappeared, and his strength Increased. Belore this time his knees would knock together whenever he tried to walk, So encouraged was he now that he kept on using Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup until it ended in completely curing him.
In speaking of his wonderful recovery Mr. Richold says it nade him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on his island in the sea; and added, "Bat for Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup the grass would now be growing over my ye."
Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth of all the statements in this most remarkable case, as Mr. Richold (now residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-the-Nazo) belongs to one of the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful village of Long Melford, Suffolk, and his personal character is attested by so high an authority as the Rev. C. J. Martin, rector of that sh, besides other excellent names. We deemed the case of such importance to the public as to justify us in giving this short account of it in our columns.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.