THERE is no. time in the twenty-four hours when one ought to feel so thoroughly satisfied and content as immediately.after a good, hearty meal, And all healthy persons do feel 'The body's demands have been met, we are easy and comfortable, as though we had paid' off an old dun and had money left. We are accessible, humane, and good natured. Then if ever, we will grant a request without "gambling. '"'True benevolence,"
a crusty old friend of mine, is located in-a capable stomach recently filled." i Yes, but. what of the incapable stomachs, of which there are so many?—stomachs that disappoint and plague their owners, till the act of feeding, no delightful toothers, becomes an act to avoid the necessity of which they are almost willing to die? Ab, that is quite another thing. These poor souls are they who say, as Miss Wallace says in this letter of hers, "I was no longer to be counted among those who have pleasure in eating. Far from it As for me I was afraid to eat, Lfelt the need of food, of course—the weakness and sinking that accompanied abstinence—hut what was I to do? The moment Into, my distress and pain commenced. No matter how light the repast was, nor how careful T was not to hurry in taking it, the result was the same,. The distress. and gnawing pains followed, with discomfort in the chest, and, a sense of choking, as if some bits of food had lodged there and were irritating me.
"So objectionable and repugnant to me was the act.of eating that for dave together I didn't touch a morsel of solid food, subsisting ely on milk.and.soda water." Owing to this enforced Inck of nourishment I got extremely weak, and about as thin.as T could be. I must not forget to say that this happened to me, or rather it Gena to happen Joly, 1886, when T was living at Wellington, in Shropshire, "It came on, as vou may say, gradually wad not with any sudden or acute symptoms. 1 found myself low, languid, and tired. "Then came the failure of my appetite and the other things I have named.
"Ttook the usual medicines for indigestion, bat they had no good effect. After six month's experience of this kind of misery T read in a book about Mother Seigel's Syrup as a remedy. for this disease, and got a bottle: from Mr. Bates, the' chemist, ju Wellington, Having used it a few days I felt creat relief, and when I had consumed tivo bottles I was entirely well. Since: then I have heartily commended Mother Seigel's Syrup to, many friends, who have invariably been cured. as Twas,' You have my permission to publish my letter, if you desire to doo. (Signed) Minnie Wallace, Nurse, -The Union Workhouse, Oldham, February 22nd, 1895.
In'a_commanication dated January Sth,' 1895, 'Mrs_ Henrietta McCallam, of 40, Downsfield Road, Walthamstow, near London, states that her daughter Emma fell ill in the spring of 1886 with' the same symptoms described by Miss Wallace. She craved food, yet: when it was placed before her, she turned from it almost with loathing. "As time went on," so runs. the mother's letter, daughter became so weak she could' hardly walk, "Neither home medicines nor those of the doctors did any, good. Her sufferings cantinaed for over eight years."
"In'June, 1894, she began taking Mother' eigel's Syrup, of which we had just read ina little book that was left at the house. ina week she was better, -and-in less than two months' she was enjoying better health than ever before. She has since ailed nothing, and can eat any kind of food. (Signed) (Mrs) Henrietta McCellam."
"Happy," sings Homer "were they who fell under the high walls of Troy." Happier are they.who have never: fallen "under: ibrsishingiweighé of iadigestion: or Happiest, perhaps, of all are they who have
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