'Tune: is no time in the twenty-four hours when one ought to feel so thoroughly satisfied and content' as imme diately after a good, hearty meal... And all healthy persons do feel so, The body's demands have been met, and we are easy and comfortable, as though we bad paid off an old duo and had money eft. We are accessible, humane, and good natared. Then, if ever, we will grant a request without grumbling. True "benevolence," says a crusty old friend of mine, is located ina capable stomach recently filled."
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, so delightful to others, 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 cat. Lfelt the need of food, of course—the weakness and sinking that accompanied abstinence—hat what was I to do? The moment I ate, my distress and pain commenced. No matter how light the repast was, nor how careful I 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, xs if some bits of food had lodged there and were irritate "80 objectionable and repo: was the act of eating that for days together I didn't touch a morsel of solid food, subsisting entirely on milk and soda water. Owing to this enforced lack of nourishment I got extremely weak, and about as thin as T could be., I must not forget to say that this injury, 1886, when I wasliviog at Wellington, happened to mo, or rather it began to happen in Shropshire. It came on, us you may say, gradually und 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.
"Ltook the usual medicines for indigestion, but they had no good effect. After six month's experience of this kind of misery I read in a, Bool about Mother Seigels Syrup us a remedy for this disease, and got a bottle from Me. Bates, the chemist, in Wellington, Having used ita few days I'felt great relief, ud when I had consumed two bottles I was entirely well. Since then I have heartily commended Mother Seigel's Syrup to many friends, who have invariably been cured, as Iwas." You have my permission to publish my fetter, if you desire todo so. (Signed) Minnie Wallace, Nurse, The Union Workhouse, Oldham, February 220d, 1895.
In @ communication dated January Sth, 1805, Mrs. Henrietta McCallam, of 40, Downsfield Road, Walthamstow, neat London, states that her daughter Enmna 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 90," so runs the mother's letter, my vall. Neither home medicines nor those of daughter becathe so weak she could' bardly the doctors did any good. Her sufferings continued for over eight years.
In June, 1894, she began taking Mother Seigel's Syrup, of which we had inst read in @ little book that was left at the house,
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