with his eyes open, not being crazy and not Only to think rhatany man—in the daytime,
ting to commit suicide—should walk ight into a canal or a river! Only to k of that, I say! Yet a good many did it in and around London in Christmas week, 1891. The dense fog it was, of course, that made them, People could' hardly sce six feet ahead of their noses; may be less at mes, and in some spots, For you under-ind' the difference between mere darkness fox. In the dark, no matter how black it is you can always see the lights if there are any. fog! A fog is to have your eyes put out; itis blindness. As for shipwrecks ho end to them. The London papers have other calamities due to fogs—why, there's
wondered why somebody hasn't invented a way to scatter fogs. Ah, yes, why?
Here's a woman's story about a fog, one of those thick mists that hang over most of us twelve months in the year. She says that from April to September, 1S89, she was too ill tohave any pleasure or comfort. This was thing to notice, inasmuch as her disposition was naturally cheerful and lively. The trouble, whatever you call it, came on her gradually, much as a fog rises. At first she simply felt languid. Very little exertion made her tired. "Her breath cyme to be very short, too, and she often felt faint. She couldn't et; that is, not with any relish, and her sleep was broken up into naps and snatches instead of being solid and straight away, as sleep always is. Her spirits were dull and depressed. To be sure, How else could they be? heart, whielt frightened her, as fe would you, She had great pain in the region of the
for the heart is a vital organ and we are pro:
rly scared when there's anything ailing it.
very morsel she ate distressed her. Even swallowing of a mouthful of water was painful matter. For several weeks she went in this fashion. She kept on with her rk in the house and shop (a bakery), but it was as much as ever she could do.
Simple medicines, such as we all know of—these she tried, but no good came of it. So she next consulted the family doctor, a man who has a larg: practice and is considered very clever. He examined her carefully and then said, "Mrs. Plowright, you are suffering from congestion of the liver, heart disease, and debility This was a statement fit to make the poor woman give up in despair. Indeed, it-nearly did, But the doctor was right; that is, from his point of view. He treated the patient for some time. For a short space, occasionally, he relieved her; then she was bad as ever. almost stopped beating, and Tlooked and felt like a dying person." This, she was told, was the incurable complaint called any ina pectoris; but it wasn't, nor any thing like it, Sill, it was serious and dangerous.
Her letter ends in these words: I had read in a book about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and my husband had taken some of it and thought highly of it But T had not much faith in it, I began by taking fifteen drops, but as this had no effect I took thirty drops and followed the directions. This dose suited me, and after having used up the bottle I felt better. I could eat and digest food, the pain in my chest and side gradually went away, and after two bottles more I was well, and have been well ever since."
(Signed) Mus, Prowrran, wife of Mr. William Plowright, of the Lincolushire Bakery, 2%, Cheetham Street, North Street, (Cheetham, Manchester.
What are we to think of this ease? We are to think that this lady's ' heart disease called " functional," not disease In plain English, the heart's action was disturbed by the blood Mer veal and only oaudady. the liver trouble ison created by indigestion and dyspepsia:
and debility were parts of the same puzzle, And sow as the asthma, Now, what is the worst fog that ever darkened England? It is the fog which kee] doctors and people from seeing that nearly all the complaints they suffer from are nothing more or Jess than symptoms of indigestion and dyspepsia, and curable by the remedy mentioned Ly Mrs. Plowright. By reason of this foy folks walk straight into open yracer—every day.
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