When that wave strike me I shall be washed away ud drowned ried " sailor, clinging to o half-sunken wreck, as he saw' a tremendous sea rolling towards him, Yet he lived to tell the tale safe on shore.
Before this time next work Tahal be dead"
So said a woman in a time of great fear. Yet she also lived—and still lives—to explain her situation.
Here is her story, told in her own words and in her own way. She says:—'One day in September, 1887, I stood at the top of a Aight of eleven steps, about to go dow: Suddenly I was taken with a giddy sensation, Everything seemed to swim around me, and Tfell. rolled to the bottom of the steps and was picked up insensible, with a broken arm. The doctor recommended rest and quietness. In a few days I was better, but li felt the shock to my nervous system had an uvomfortable feeling all over me "Then many bad symptoms appeared. I which Teannot describe. I couldn't eat; my appetite was gone There was a foul taste in my mouth; pains in the sides, back, and chest; coated tongue and a sense of weakness and distress in the stomach. T felt low and melancholy, and had anxieties and fears I could not trace to any particular cause. The doctor who attended me for some months said it was nervous debility, brought about by the shock.
"'T go worse instead of better, and went to London Hospital, Whitechapel Road, where I was an out-patient for several months but T kept getting worse. They said I was suffering with shock, liver congestion, and debility. Iwas then sent to the Brighton Convalescent Home, where they treated me for fourteen dave, and did Hire or no good. Ina short time I'began to despair, and my husband and others who came to see me thought I was doomed. Thus I went on from month to month expecting each pie last. 3 again I whic solemnly to myself, Before this time next week I shall be dead "Ttook no farther interest in anything Eaves husband and a ome. My Isbondl carried me feom my bed every day, ning this world; but, thank God and placed me in the chair sofa, and tried to cheer me up and persuade me I would get better.
But since I have really got well, he tells me he never in his heart believed his own words, "*My sister, too, came frequently to me, and did all she could to ease my suffer ings; but, being unable to resist what her own eyes showed her, she often said, You will never get better, Caroline."
"But who likes' to read accounts of the troubles and sorrows of others? so much do each and all of us have of our own to bear. Terave your attention only for a few wor more.
""Twent on in this way—like one who stands on the crumbling edge of an open ve~until February, I when a little k was left at my shop which told of the remarkable cures wrought by Moth Curative Syrup. The narrative of th man of Holyhead greatly impressed me. I said to my husband, The complaint that liceman suffered from is my complaint. rhe remedy that cured him may cure me'
"Tent at once over to Messrs. Lacy and Ca., the Chemists, Whitechapel Road, for a bottle. Tt did me good. T could eat;' but, better still, the food digested. Before this, when I swallowed a mouthful of solid food it seemed to turn to wind or sour acid and gas, and gave me such pain [fancied Thad heart disease.
1 persevered with the medicine, and after six bottles [never felt so well in my can now eat as heartily any one, and am never distressed after taking food, fact, I can now eat a jolly good dinner, and TTeave you to imagine what a treat that ter being bad v0 long My husband and relatives, as well as my neighbours, are all of my opinion—that Mother Seigel's Syrup saved my life.
(Signed) Mrs. Canouisk Sac, wife of Mr, Henry Sage, Basket Maker and Stationer, 200, Whitechapel Road, London, E,"
One point only in Mrs. needs a word of explanation. her illness was in fact clys and the giddiness which occasioned as merely one of its symptoms (5) 10, 17 & 2sjy 37
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.