Who doesn't like to read about buried treasure? Who hasn't dreamed of finding it What delight cuddenly to possess vast riches Shining gold, sparkling gems! Things for which "we have bot bees obliged to echtno oF toil; that will free us from all need of echeming or toiling thereafter! Ah, let us not indulge such fancies. They make work seem like slavery and wages like pinches of common dust Yet that such hidden masses of Wealth exist there is undoubt, "But where are they?
About four centuries sgo the Emperor of Pera was a captive inthe hands' of the Tamas (a small beast of burden resembling a a camel) laden-with gold to ransom him, While on their way, crossing the Andes mountains, the men in charge of the expedition heard of the death of the Emperor, and concealed this enormous treasure 20 effectually that not a trace of it has ever been found, Go and dig it up, and you will never again feel the sting of poverty.
But clap the brakes down hard on the wheels of your imagination. What was money to Robinson Crusoe? What would the wealth of Pera have been to Mrs. Jane Stranks, during a certain yened of eighteen months that she tells about? Dust, my dear fellow, countless pinches of common dust, Here is the reason why—one more picture of that fearful furnace in which all earthly desires are melted int" one, prayer—" Oh, God, deliver me from pain "To June 1892," she says, "I had an attack of influenza, followed by bronchitis, which eft me very low and feeble. I had noappetite, and the little food I forced myself to take gave me pain and palpitation of the heart,' Thad a weary, sinking feling at the it of the stomach and was obliged to fight for my breath, I hada continuous hacking cough, and spat up quantities of thick phlegm. Later'on I had gout all over me, as it were, my hands, face, and legs being puffed up, and was in agony day and night. I became so weak could not raise my hand to my mouth, and had to be fed.
"For months I lay perfectly helpless aad almost lifeless, having to be lifted in and out of bed. Fear doctors attended me for nine months without effect. Then they told me they could do nothing for me, one of them giving mea letter of recommendation to Guy's Hospital. At Faster, 1892, my husband took me in @ cab to that hospital, and I was placed in the Miriam Ward, and examined by several doctors.
At this tin hard substance seemed to have formed in my stomach, which the doctors said was a tumour, and treated me for it. I got weaker and weaker, until one night the nurse told me that the doctors had said I was as bad as To uld be, and would not probably live through the night.
The nurse placed a screen around my bed, expecting me to die.
"Taking a slight turn for the better, I returned home, but was soon as bad as ever. After this I got a letter of recommendation from our landlord, and attended as an outdoor patient at Victoria Park Hospital. After being under treatment a month, I lost all faith in, medicine and gave up taking it. I Was now "ttle more tha a living misery. I wus tired of life, and often prayed that the Almighty would take me. I now had fits of shaking's bad that the bed trembled under me. My head was so full of pain that I thought I was going mad, and several times a dey I lost consciousness.
this dreadful condition I lingered on until November of Inst year, 1892, when a book was left at our house telling of a medicine called Seigel's Syrup. had lost all hope of getting well, but my husband would have try this medicine, To please him T did si and after taking ita few days, felt a I relief My breathing was easier and my a petite revived. Continuing with the m cine'all pain gradually left me, and I gained strength daily. In six weeks I was able to go about the house and do light work, the frst time I had done anything in eighteen months. I am now in good health, and able to do any kind of work. I owe my life to Seigel's Syrup, and wish my case to be made known." (Signed) Jane Stranks, 22, Gaywood Road, Hoe Street, Walthamstow, near London, April 20, 1893."
No words of comment o-n be foo strong for a case so remarkable. We stand before it at aloss what to say. It isnot a miracle of course; although many a reputed miracle hes been less wonderful. How is it possible that Seigel's Syrup could, with such apparent ease, have restored to health a person in so desperate a strait? Yet thet it did restore her is certain, The facts have been thoroughly investigated and established beyond dispute. Mrs. Stranks was on the crumbling edge of the grave, and was thence brought back to the region of health, setivity, and enjoyment, How was it done? There is the simp! secret. The influenza left her whole system debilitated, as it usually does.~ Indigestion—
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