Under the above heading the Doncaster Reporter of July Gth, 1887, publishes the following in its editorial colums:—Our remedy may recall the circumstance of @ young clerk, named Arthur Richold, falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane in this town some time ago, and being picked up, as he continued perfectly help-tess, and taken in.a cab by two gentlemen to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq., the
him to consciousness it was ascertaine solicitor who employed him. On restoring 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 in the street like a man who is knocked down. On coming to his senses in the solicitor's office he thought what this might mean, and feared he was going to have a fit of illness, which we all know is a ye dreadful thing for a poor man with a family to care 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 dysfad been caused by confinement to his desk la of a chronic nature. This in tun
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 inter. est both to sick and well." He had noticed for several years previously, in fact, that his eyes and face began to have a yellow look; there was a sticky and unpleasant slime on the gums and teeth in the morn-ug; the tongue coated: and the bowels so bound and costive that it induced that most painful and troublesome ailment—the piles. He says there was some pain in the sides and back and a sense of fulness on the right side, as though the liver were enlarge ing, which proved to be the terrible fact. The secretions from the kidneys would be scanty and high-coloured, with a kind of gritty or sandy deposit after standing.
These things had troubled Mr. Richold 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 stead; and deadly advance of the complaint, whi began in indigestion and dyspepsia story of how he went from one phy to another in search of a cure that his wi and little ones might not come to want very pathetic and touching. Finally he became too ill to keep his situation and had togiveitup. Thiswasasad calamity. He was appalled to think how he should be able to live, But God raised up friends who helped to keep the wolf from the door. He then went to the seaside at Walton-onthe-Nazo, but neither the change, nor the physicians who treated hia there, did any od. All being without avail he visited undon, with 2 sort of vague hope that some advant': "sight happen to him in the metropolis. 'Y'nis was in October, 1885.
How wonderful, indeed, are the ways of Providence, which dashes down our highest hopes snd then helps us when we least expect it, While in London he stated his condition toa friend, who strongly advised him to try a medicine which he called Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup, saying it was genuine and honest, and often cured when everything else had failed. He bought a bottle of a chemist in Pimlico, and began using it according to the directions. He did this without faith or hope, and the public may, therefore, judge of his surprise and pleasure when after taking a few doses he felt great relief. He could eat better; his food distressed him less; the symptoms we have named abated; the dark spots which had floated before his eyes like smuts of soot, Soreal Bette this tine his tually disappeared, and his strength
would knock together whenever he tried to walk, So encouraged was he now that he kept on using Mother Sieges 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 hiainiand inthe ea; and added, "But for Mother Siegel's Curative Syrup the grass would now be growing over my grave"
Our readers can rest assured of the strict truth of all the statements in this most remarkable 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 Melford, 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. Wo have deemed the case of such importance ry to the public as to justify us in giving this short account of it in our columns (alt. tf 36
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