Ir seems lixe an absurdity, yet it is.true all the same. I mean that you might have cellar full of wood and coal and still shiver with cold; and_you argued if it were not for one thing. "Oh, that is 90 obvious," you may say. it was hardly worth while to Anybody. can see it with his eyes shut. All the Letter for me then; I shan't live to explain. "And by the same sharpness you will be able to pick out the, important point in two short letters ant about to copy for you.
'The'Grat runs thus in December, 189, my daughter (Mrs. M. J. Muther) got into a low, weak, nervous condition. Do. what she would ave could not get up her strength. Gradually she' wasted away until thought she was in a deci ne, and had not long to live. In fact, she was so low and dejected she did not cure whether she lived not. 'She was under " doctor for six months, but his medicines.did her no good. My husband then said, 'My daughter, I will now see what I can.do for you.' What he meant was that be would have her take a medicine called "Mother Seivel's Curative Syrup.' He had used it himself when he was ill, and i cove as beneficial to her "tra, Mather, said she was willing to try the Syrup, although she had little or no faith in its helping one as bad as she was. For if she really had consumption we know there no'cure for that. My husband, however, got_a bottle from Me. Hulme, the chemist, Rochdale Road, and my daughter began it. After the first bottle we saw o great improvement. She eouldyen. und the food caused her no pain. She ebntinued with this remedy, and gradually gained strength but it took'some time to bring her round, she was so very low and weak. After a time she was able to get about, and never looked behind her. Since then she has been strong and well. We have told many persons how: ineaith. and are willing you should publish Mother Seigel's Syrup restored her to sound this statement of the facts. (Signed) (Mrs.) Margaret Watson, 11, Ruby Street, Bury, Oc. Sth, 1895."
"In March, 1893," says the second letter, "Lbegan to fail in' health I could not say exactly what ailed me. I felt low, weak, und tired, and had no strength for anything, My appetite fell away, ant what little food Tate gave me great pain at the chest ant side. My hands and feet were cold. and nearly all the colour left me. I was often in so great pain I could keep no kind-of food. down.
got weaker and weaker, in spite of all, that was done, and had to he of my work for seventeen weeks. Io this way I went ao.untit Noyember.of the sane yeat—3893, Then
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