"There lays a hundred years 0' peace ant happiness."
was the wake of Mary Sherlock, who hat died of old age; and it took place on the night, of Thursday, March 19th, 1891, in the City of New York. The room was crowded with men and women, old and young, and an aged junkman, who Sat ona keg in the middle of the room, said to every new-comer, There lays a hundred years of peace and happiness," to which the party responded in chorus, ' Faith, Mike, niver truer words did ye speak."
For. Grandma Sherlock had come to America fromTreland before any of them, and, no doubt, was at least 105 years old when she ended her long journey.
Hut she was one of the off stock, and never knew what illness was.
How different is such a story as this, for instance, told by a woman! I was never 1 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 Iwas tipsy. I always had a poor appetite, With bad taste in the mouth in the morning. and pain after eating. Thad great pain and tightness in the chest and side, and was languid and tired after the least exertion, so Iwas unable to do any work or get my own liv +"-As to sick headache, I was seldom free from it, and often my heart would palpitate, s0 [hail to stop and hold myself, for fear of falling. I was nearly always under the doctor, and when I was s0, something formed in my mouth that the doctor called ranula,' and T 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 sour fluid, "Better and worse I continued until April, 1889, when I became much worse, and abdomen swelled until it reached a great size, anda pain in the side avd back made me scream out. Indeed, I was in such agony I could not stir hind or foot. Just then 'm: 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. Mrs. Harris stayed with me and poulticed me, but as I got better my mother, who lived at Rousdon, sent for. She came at once, and sent for a doctor, us I was in terrible distress, and fighting for breath. 'The doctor said he could 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 wae 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 T could not get better, as it must. be a tumour. He seemed puzzled by my ease und kept changing my medicine, but I got no relief. My brother and others who came to see me all believed me to be dying.
"After two months of this afody. named Mrs. Stocker, who lived at Rousdon, came to see me and told me about a medicine called Mother Seigel's Syrup, and said, ¢ You try it, for it once saved my Iie." and got a bottle, and before d had taken the "T sent to Mr. Gage, the grocer at Seaton,
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 than Lever did in my life before, and am stronger than when I was a girl. But, oh, if Thad known of Mother Seigel's Syrup sooner, it would have saved me years of misery.
(Signed) "Mrs, Many Hoare, "Combpyne, Axminster, Devon, 16th Febroary, 1891."
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