"<I was afraid you were going to slip Lamont. through my fingers," said good old Dr.
The writer was a boy of about seventeen then. While a 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 had come for me. Iwas weak still, but well and happy clear up to the brim. Oh, what a ride! Oh, what sweet air! Oh whata 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, if one survives it. only makes the sense of existence and its blessings more keen and delightful. It is good rather than bad. Lucky boy, not to have slipped through the doctor's fingers 1 But when a man with most of his days be.
ind him has to write a line like this "AN my life I have suffered more or less from disease"—why that is another and sadder story. It is the odds between an occasional thunderstorm and a sky always covered with clouds.
We quote whut he says, reminding the reader that in this matter, William Hodkinsen voices the experience of millions. He says: "I always had a bad taste io the mouth, no proper relish for food, and after eating had pain and fulness at the chest."
Theve sensations are symptoms of acute indigestion. In the stomach there is marked loss of power. The food is neither rolled over as it should be xo that the whole of it in turn may be presented to the digestive fluid, nor is it duly moved on towards the into the bowels. As a result it ferments and gives off irritating acids and gases, hence the patient complains of pain, weight. distention, acidity, and flatulence in that region, 'Thence the poisons proceed to every other part of the body, and headache, vertigo, gout, rheumatism depressed spirits, and a score more of evils follow; among' them, possibly, nervous prostration, prog-cessive anemia, locomotor taxis, and more or less complete paralysis.
"Frequently," continues Mr.
"Vwas sick, and as time very weak and feeble. I consulted one doctor after another, and took v iciness, but obtained relief from any of them. This describes my general condition until the fortunate day when I read about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. was impressed by the statements others hid nade concerning it and proceeded to try it.
taking one bottle I found relief, and soon entirely free from my old complaint. Since that time (now eight yours ago) I have enjoyed good health Knowing personally of its virtues, I have recommended this remedy hundreds, and have never heard of its ing failed to give relief, But for Mother Seigel's Syrup I should have teen in my grave years ago. (Signed) Willian Hodkinson, Hollington, near Uttoxeter, Staffordshire, August 11th, 1893."
Mr. Hodkinson is well-known and highly respected. He is a local preacher in tie Methodist church, and by employment a quarry master. Had he gone into the grave, as he feared he should, he would have been missed and Iamented by the community in which he had long been useful, and will live to be useful, we hope, for years to come.
Now let us repeat our leading.thought. Short illnesses, even though sharp and danerous, anay result in good rather than harm, at disease that: drags its victim through decades of lingering distress—what shall say of it? The trouble and suffering is beyond estimate, and its name is indiges-and dyspepsia.
And the nomic of the medicine that cares it Mr, Hodkinson has done you the favour to mention with clearness and emphasis, (1) 2% 2900 & Sno 1003
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