Some fifty years ago the English ship sand aaland of the Bahama. group. Only ove Argos" was wrecked on a low-lying key or
man, a sailor, was thrown safely on th beach by the waves. In his pocket was n th tobacco-box, a pipe, and a flint and steel.
himself, Yighted his pipe. and with true brit sh Wringing the water from his clothes, he seated Pilegn proceeded to consider his situate Phe moral of which is that when an En; man, having the means, refuses to smok is in very bad form. always enjoyed For example, here man who says, "I ipe, but now I couldn't take a whiff." To be sure, there was a reason, and he puts it in this way. Up to Michael mas, 1887," he says, "I was a strong, healthy man, About this time I began to feel bad at my stomach"énd had no relish for food. I! had a bad! taste in the mouth, and after eating I would retelr and vomit until the water oozed out of my-eyes; and so bad was this that my wife had to hold my head My eyes turned yellow, and I felt low, weak, and nervous, \Sorheties I would break out into a sweat and then'go-cold and chilly.
T couldn't. touch solid food, and for months I belotied up sour water; and what I did eat lay heavy upon, and seemed to be dead and lifeless in my body. Feeling low and depressed, I had no enjoyment in company.
Before this I was always cheerful and aye my pipe, but now I couldn't take a stomach which nothing ensed for long together.
had a craving, gnawing pain at the I had bran poultices applied, and took di ferent kinds of medicine, but nothing went to the spot, nothing eased me. After a time Thad to give up my work, for T got so weak and nervous I couldn't hit my work iron, aut my tools and things flew out of my hand.
"For over four months I did not have a single good night's rest. I would turn and turn in bed all night long, and my wife and T often sat up the best part of the night rather than go to bed. I went so thin that my clothes fairly hung upon me. Friends who came to see me told one another I could not get better, and even my wife said I would do no more work in this world.
"For more than twelve mouths I had a! clever doctor attending me, but his medicine did mono good; then I went to see a physician From at Sudbury, with the same result. The Malcomess. doctors sounded my lungs, but found nothing 1 On by bad di 23 wrong, and said all my ailments were brought gestion.
"Tnow got weaker, and weaker and had given up all hopes of recovery, when in the Spring of 1889 lady from London who was staying at the vicarage at Often Belchamp heard of my condition. She called at Mr. Goody's the medicine dealer, and told him to supply me with some Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup and she would pay for it. Very reluctantly I took the medicine, for I had tried so many things without obtaining any benefit. However my wife pressed me so hard that at last I began to take the Syrup. After a few doses I said to my wife, 'J think T feel better for thix medicine," and from that time I commenced to improve. By the time Thad taken three bottles I was buck at my work, as strong and well as ever—much to the surprise of every-body.
People all about said I would never get well, but I did, thank the Lord.
"Now 1 tell every one that Mother Sei Syrup saved my life. I can now eat anything, and feel so light-hearted I could jump over five-barred gate. My neighbours all say I Took ten years younger." Elias Bland, slioemaker.
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