On the night of October 27th, 1842, th d ship "Mary Compton," of Bristol, En, fund, was struggling with a fearful gale the coust of North America, The wind blew furiously, but the weather was clear, and the Captain expected every moment to get sight of the light in the lighthouse on the Iron Rock Shoals. This lighthouse marked' the entrance to the harbour. Once there, and they were safe Sure of his position, he lied on confidently. Five minutes later the ip struck with a fearful shock and went to: pieces. Four men, including the Captain, re saved. On reaching the shore they found strange thing had happened, An enemy of the lighthouse keeper had bound him hand and foot and extinguished the as well as ships, steer Hope is the most important lighthouse i world. What shall be said of the man who darkens it in the face of a storm-tossed spirit?
You are beyond human aid." These words were said by a physician to a woman who had' come to consult Admitting that he thought 60, had be the right to say 86? No; for he might be wrong—and in any case hehad no business to put out the light, This woman had been ill for some time. In: Tune, 1889, she was greatly alarmed by her symptoms.' Her heart palpitated, and she, aso giddy she could searcely stand. Her head whirled "and," she said, "all objects seemed to go into a cloud." She had to hold herself up or sit down for fear of falling. She broke out in a sweat although cold as death, A dreadful cough racked her frame so that she could not fie down in bed and sleep.
"T could scarcely crawl about, the house," she says, "I was 4o weak. I tried different remedies and. medicines without, avail. I went to the Dispensary at New Briggate and, asked the doctor to tell me the worst. His. answer was 'I have mixed you sone medicine; you can take it or leave it." I took it for three weeks then gave up in despair, "T talked with two other physicians. "The last one said, You are past human aid."
"My heart sank within me, for I had five little children, and my death would leave them without'a mother's love and care, went home and cried till Twas sick. I ait no appetite and had lost flesh till Z tas chin: asa ghost! My mother came to see me and did not know me. My skin was of a yellow and green colour, and when Tate anything it seemed to stick' in my throat. About time I commenced vomiting, and what I threw up was tinged with blood. Once I began to vomit at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning and scarcely "got rest from it until Monday morning. ''At this time I remembered that Mra. Wilson with whom 1 formerly worked in rawford's Mill in East Street, Leeds (where Curative Syrup. SoI sent to Mr. Jesson's, the I live), had been cured by Mother Sigel Chemist, in Great Garden Street, and got a bottle. "A few doses stopped the vomiting, and by degrees from day to day I felt better.
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