was atrail yon were going to slip—through my fingers," said good old Dr. Lamont.
The writer was a boy of about seventeen then, Whilea student at school, more than 300 miles from home, I was taken down with pneumonia. I had a tough time and for two or three weeks my life was despaired of, But youth and good care won the fight, and. one bright morning I was ready to go home with my dear father who bad come for me, Iwas weak still, bat well and happy clear up. to the brim, Oh, what a ride! Oh, what sweev air! Oh what a glorious world I had got back into! and what " reception from mother and sisters ut the familiar house. Oh, life! Oh, health Oh, duce, duce domum, Such an illness, i revives it only: makes the sense of existence and its blessings. more keep and delightful. It is good rather than bad. Lucky boy, not to have slipped through the doctor's fingers But when a man with most of his days behind him has to write a lin" like this "All my life I have suffered more or lest from disease"—why that is another and sadder story. It is the odds between an occasional thunderstorm and a sky always covered with clouds.
reader that in this matter, William Hodkin-We quote what he say, reminding, the sen voices the experience of millions. He says: "I always had a bad taste in the mouth, no proper relish for food, nnd after eating had pain and fulness at the chest, These sensations are symptoms of indigestion. In the stomach there i loss of power. The food is neith over as it should be #0 that the whol turn may be presented to the digestive fluid, nor is it duly moved on towards the outlet into the bowels. As a result it ferments and.
off irritating aotds and gases, hence the.
complains of pain, weight, distention, ity, and futulence in that region. Theneethe the Poisons proceed to every other part jady, anil headache, vertigo, gout, rhen~ matism depressed spirits, and a score more, of evils follow; among' them, possibly, nervous prostration, prog-cessive aula, locomotor taxis, and more or less complete: frequently," continues Mr, Hodkinson, "Iwas rick, and as time went on I became very weak and feeble. I consulted one doctor after another, and took various medicines, but obtained no real or lasting relief from any of them. 'This describes my general condition until the fortunate: day when I road about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I was impressed by the' statements others had made concerning it and proceeiled to try it. After taking one bottle I found relief, and was soon entirely free from my old complaint. Since that time (now eight years ago) I have enjoyed good health. Knowing personally of its virtues, Ihave recommended this remedy have never heard of ita ing failed to give relief. But for Mother Seigel's Syrup I should have been in my grave years ago. (Signed) William Hodkinson. Hollington. near Uttoxeter, Staffordshire, August 1th, 1893."
Mr. Hodkinsou is well-known and highly respect. He is a local' preacher in the Methodist church, and by employment a quarry master. Had he gone into the grave, as he feared he shoul, he would have been missel_and lamented by the community in which he had long been useful, and will live to he useful, we hope, for years to come.
Now let us repeat our leading thought. Short illnesses, even though sharp and dangerous, may result in good rather than harm, jut disease thet drags its victim through decades of lingering "listress—what shall wa say of it? The trouble and suffering it inflicts is beyond estimate, and its name is indigestion and dyspepsia, And the nane of the medicine that cures it Mr. Hodkinson has done you the favour to, mention with clearness and emphasis, (1) 22, 2900 & Sno 214
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