Roptxsox Cavsor, you remember, made a big boat or cance ont'of the trunk ofa tree. It was a laborious and tedious job. And that wasn't the worst of it. When he got the ost: done he couldn't launch it. It was too heavy for one man to handle, If he had only hud an arrangement like the capstan of a ship he might have managed. He-understood how to do it, but lacked the tools. How often we find ourselves at a dead stand for that same reason. Let me give you a fresh illustration, tied zp for the moment in the following letter, which mast first be read before we can rightly come at the point.
"In the spring of 1884," says our corres-rident, "I got into a low weak way, not jing able to itnagine what had happened to me. My strength kept ebbing away till had scarcely the desire or ability to do anything. felt as tire! as if I had just arrived home from along, hard journey, yet no tax more than usual of any kind hai been laid upon me, My. mind, too, was weary; so that T turned crom things that obliged me to think, plan, or consider. so to speak, with all this my appetite, Of course I continued to eat, or make an effort to eat, but food no longer tempted me as it does a person in health. "I picked and minced over my meals, and the little I took neither tasted ood nor did moony good after I had eaten it.
stead of warming, comforting and stimulate ing me, as it used to do, it gave me distress at the' stomach, pala at the che: singular feeling of tightness around t as though a belt. were buckled too around me, "After a time the condition of m: seamied to grow worse. There was that sense of gnawing, so often mentioned by others, and occasionally a feeling of faintness and sinking, almost like the ground giving way under one's feet"
(Remark: An eminent London physician, in one of his books, describes this sinking feeling as one: of the most appalling an frightful that it is possible to experience. It iw not the body but the mind that suiters, 1, the present writer, have had two attacks of it, and pray to. baveno more. Ie is like unto the overshadowing of the Death Angel's wing, with the ind fully conscious of the situation. The cause is uric acid poison in the blood, one of the products of prolonged indigestion.
"When this sinking feeling came on," continues the letter, "'it weighed me down like a could only walk siamly and feebly. The nightmare. Finally I gob to be so weak I
doctor who prescribed forme said my complaint was dyspepsia, but his medicine had no Perceptible effect, continued like thia for eight years; not always the same, but now better and then worse. Yet in all that long time.there was not a day when T could say was well. No medicine or treatment seemed right for me, and I almost began to think I never should recover my former health.
"Tu March, 1892, Mother' Seigel's Syrup wes recommended. to me as having done wonders in cases like mine, even when they were of long standing avd everything else had failed: No harm to try ity we thought, and Fei bottles from Mr. Grime, the chemist, in Non'Road; and after taking iv felt great reli My appetite quickly improved, and Loouldeat without pain. When I had taken two orthres: battles-more the bad. symptoms had all gone, and I was as well as ever... My husband also took the medicine with the same good resulta You may publish. my letter and refer inquirers to me. (Signed) (Mrs) Elizabeth Wilson, 5, Northcote Street, Bolton Road, Warwen, March Ist, 1895:"
The lesson in this interesting narrative is too plain for us to miss it. Our old friend Crusoe was not able to launch his boat for the want of machinery. Similarly the doctor who attended Mrs. Wilson was not able to cure her because he did not possess the right remedy. His opi as to her complaint was entirely correct. She was suffering from chronic dyspepsia, precisely as he told her, But alas! it is one thing to know what ought to be done and quite another to have the knowledge and means to do it.
Between these two things (over this wide gap) stands Mother Seigel's Syrup, just as between the two sides of the Thames stands London Bridge.
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