It is a boast often heard that there are a greater variety of occupations open to women nowadays than ever before. Yet the fact is not without its drawbacks, for women are their feet for a dozen hours at a stretch in shops and stores, and bend over desks at some sort of writing, till their muscles and head the together." In both England and America they labour in factories long hours over hard and monotonous tasks, often in a fearfully Dad atmosphere, and for small wages, When oak down, the expense of having us, coupled with other costs of illness, apt to consume their little savings. There: fore any information which will enable them Tessen such an outgo must be welcomed by he host of working women.
On this point a recent letter received by us may throw a ray of light. The writer says:
When a woman hits to depend upon her fingers solely for a living it is a terrible thing ofall ill, even though it may be only for 8 few day or weeks, This was my own situation when I was first taken bad about ten "years ago. It began with what I shall have describe as a heavy, sinking feeling at the pit of the stomach, and a sensation of giddihess and faintness whilst at meals, On rising from the table I would often be attack with palpitation of the heart, which beat so I idn't know what to do with myself, Some days I would not eat a mouthful of solid food, so much afraid was I of the pain it gave me, have gone without food for three consecutive days and nights, till I thought I mu surely starve, At the same time the desire {to eat was so great I could have clutched eagerly at the hardest piece of stale bread, Tgot so bad T had to lie in bed for days, and grew so weak T could scarcely raise myself elbows, 1 consulted doctor after doctor T think T must have had not less than a dozen: altogether.
One called my illness by one hain, and the others by other names. No two of them agreed as to what it. really was that jailed mie. None of them did me any good, hough my money went fast chough to pay them, and to buy the medicine they ordered, "One day I saw in the Christian Age an {account of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Yet how could I believe in it? I had trusted. and hoped, and been deceived so often, Unless—which seldom happens—people get the ight medicine at firet, it is a wonder to me ow they ever get it ut all, What made me fea hae Mother Segel's remedy might be of some use I don't know; but I think it was Decause it was discovered and made by a good woman who had been cured by it herself. At all events J sent for it and began to take its, talien it seven webs, and the chango.it has Up to the time when I write this letter I have
produced has astonisher all who know me. The pain about my heart is entirely gone, and I gain strength every day."
Note—The writer of the above letter requested that her name should not be published, We feel bound to respect her wishes, although have no doubt she will consent to our giving her name and address to any of her Jown sex who may desire to write to her, ither directly or through us.
somewhat similar case i that of Mra. 'Annie West, of Manor Koad, Bournemouth, Hants, who' writes under w late date: desire tw infor you of my wonderful revoveiy after taking Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. 1 was so ow as to be unable to rise from my, bed and though T should never stand on riy? feet again. But by the Vlessing of God, the use of the Syrup, I am so far recovered at to be able to return to my work. Lam a poor widow and have to work for my living, and have on one or two occasions sold some of my things, to buy Seigel's Syrup. For years could not keep any food down and euflered from terrible headache. Now that Iam well once more I shall soon corn back a hundred times over the price of the good medicine that: drove away my complaint."
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