There lays a hundred years o° peace and happiness."
was the wake of Mary Sherlock, who had died of old age; and it took place onthe night of Thursday, March 19th, 1891, im the City of New York. The room was crowded with men and women, old and young, and an aged junk man, who sat ona keg in the middle of the room, said to ever; hundred years of new-comer, ' There lays peace and happiness," to which the party responded in choru Mike, niver truer words did ye speak,"
For Grandma Sherlock had come to America from Ireland before uny of them, and, no doubt, was at least 105 years old when she ended her jut she was one of the old stock, and never new what illness was.
How different is such a story as this, for instance, told by a woman! "I was never well in my life," she says, "always weak and ailing, constantly sick, and troubled with giddiness and swimming in the head. People who did not know me would at times think Twas tipay. I always had a poor appetite, with bad taste in the mouth in the morning, and pain after eating. "I had great pain and tightness in the chest and aide, and was languid and tired after the least exertion, so Tas unable £0 do aby Work oF get my own to sick headache, I was seldom free from it and often my heart would pulpitat, had to stop and hold myself, for fear of falling. I was non rly always under the doctor, and when I was so, something formed in my mouth that the doctor calls ranula,' and I was confined in the Exeter Hospital 17 weeks with it.
"From that time I was worse than ever; and after eating the least morsel of food I heaved at the stomach and would spit up a sour fluid, "Better and worse I continued until April, 1889, when I became much worse, and' my abdomen swelled until it reached a great size, and a pain in the side and back made me scream out. Indeed, I was in such agony T could not stir hand or foot. Just then my neighbour, Mrs. Harris, wife of Joshua Harris, the road contractor, came in, and I had to be carried to bed. So dreadful was the pain that I broke out into a heavy sweat, and a faintness came over me. Sire. Harris stayed with me and poulticed me, but as I got no better my mother, who lived at Rousdon, was sent for." She came ab once, and sent. for a doctor, as T was in terrible distress, and fighting for breath. The doctor said he ald not tell what was the matter, and a second doctor was sent for from Seaton by the clergyman, who thought I was dying. So critical was my condition considered' that prayers were made for me at the church.
"The swelling of the bowels increased, and the doctor said if this swelling did not go down I could not get better, as it must be tumour. He seemed puzzled by my case and Kept changing my medicine, but I got no rebel. My brother and others who came to see me all believed me to be dying.
After two months of this a lady named Mrs. Stocker, who lived at Rousdon, came to see me and told me about a medicine called Mother Seigl's Syrup, and said, You try it, for it one saved my life.
<Tsent to Mr. Gage, the and got a bottle, and before grocer at Seaton, had taken the contents I felt better, the pain was easier, and the swelling I have spoken of gradually went away. After having taken three bottles I was able to move about, and now feel better stonger than when I was a girl. But, oh, if than Tever did in my life before, and am known of Mother Seigel's Syrup sooner, it would have saved me years of misery.
(Signed) "Mrs. Many Hoare, "Combpyne, Axminster, Devon, 6th February, 1891."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.