Under the mbove heading the Doncaster Reporter of Tuly 6th, 1887, publishes the following in its editorial colums:—
Our remedy may recall the circumstance of a young clerk, named Arthur Richold, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane in this town some time ago, and being iched up, as he continued perfectly help-eas, and taken in a cab by two gentle to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq., the solicitor who employed him, On restoring him to consciousness it was ascertained that he was afflicted with what seemed to 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, the street like a man who is knocked On coming to his senses in the he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a Areadful thing for a poor man with a family to cate for.
With this.in his mind he at once sought the best medical advice, telling the doctors how he had been attacked. They questioned him, and found that his present malady was exhaustion of the nervous system resulting from general debility, indigestion, and dyssia of a chronic nature. This 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 kwok; there was a ly. and unpleasant his eyes and face boga we a yellow slime on the gums and teeth in the morn. ing; the tongue coated; and the bowels so bound and costive that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment—the Fides and back and a sense of fulness on the piles. He says there was some pain in the
right side, as though the liver were enlarge The secretions from the kidneys would be ing, which proved to be the terrible fact. scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing These things had troubled Mr. Ri ich old 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, which 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 touch ws. Finally he became too ill to keep his situation and had togiveitup. This asasad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be able to live. But Goi raised up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-onthe-Naze, but neither the change, nor the phy:
us who treated him there, did any good, All being without avail he visited ndon, with a sort of vague hope that some advantage might happen to him in the metropolis. Th n October, 1885 How wonderful, indeed, are the Providence, which dashes down our hopes and' then helps us when we least expect it.
While in London he stated his condition toa friend, who stra a medicine which he called Moth p, saying it was gen honest, and often cured when everything else had failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist in Pimlic nding to the din rections.
He did this ithout faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when after taking a few doses he felt great relief, Ho cout eat botter; his food dis. tressed him less; the symptoms we have named abated; the dark spots which had floated before his eyes like smuts of soot, ggrudnally disappeared and hig strength increased. Before 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.
speaking of his wonderful recovery Mr. Richold says it made him think of poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliverance from captivity on his island in the sea; and added, for Mother Sieyel's Curative Syrup the grass would now be growing over my grave."
One readers can rest assured of the strict all the statements in this most ble case, as Mr. Richold (now residing at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-the-Naze) belongs to one of the oldest and most respected families in the beautiful village of Long ford, Suffolk, and his personal character is attested by so high an authority as the Rev. C. J. Martin, rector of that parish, besides other excellent names. We have deemed the ense of such importance to the public as to justify us in ing this short account of it in owr columns.
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