You have a very sore finger, It may be a hurt, a boil—or, wars: fearfully painful thing, 9 felon. Oh,' my! oh my! What atime you have been trying to protect that poor finger. It is all the time getting hit or knocking against something. Simply to keep it out of harm's way worries you more than doing a day's work; and you don't succeed—and wouldn't, even with a dozen policemen to help you. ' You are scared of a fly threatening to light on it, That is the principle on which Mrs, Blizabeth Allen couldn't bear the least noise. She had no sore finger, but she had what was still more sen: @ body fall of sore nerves weak, starved, unstrung nerves. So the prattle of children, the closing of a door, the momentary roar of " wagon in the street, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the thousand-and-one sounds and noises that are in the cir constantly—why,, the smallest of them struck her like a blow from a club. Noises which are not regarded by a well person are like volleys of musketry to one in this condition. Millions of women know all about it, and plenty of men, too—eruwds of them. 'You recognise them'on sight—thoue who are subject to this aiiliction, Their lined foreheads, their bright, suspicious eyes, their self-protecting gestures and maoner—you're seen' them, Perhaps you sre one of them yourself. you'd give all your mone; End mortgage your future to have a stronger net of nerves, wouldn't you? Let's talk about. it two minutes, first quoting the lady's letter, which is dated May 11th, 1893, and written from her home, 263, Syston Street, Leicester.
"For many years," she says, "I suffered from indigestion and weakness." After meals Thad a great pain at my chest. Every few days I had an attack of sick headache, and had to be constantly lying down on the couch; I strained and heaved a good de and spat wp a sour, nauseous fluid. As ti went on I got very weak and nervous, and coula't bear the least neis ""T took all sorts of medicines and consulted doctors, but nothing did me much good. Later on I came to hear of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, cod after taking ita short time the disease left me and I was able torrelish and digest my food. Owing to the virtues of this remedy I now keep in good health. (Signed) Elizabeth Allen."
And herein Mr. W. Nash, who says: 'For folly ten years I suffered' from periodic attacks of biliousness. At times a severe headache, preceded by excessive drowsiness; at other times vomiting, and retching for a whole day; at other times sleeplessness, pain in the chest, side, and stomach, coated tongue and bad breath—that was the way it neted with me. 1 grew very melancholy, and was not able to follow my business. I consulted doctors and used tonics, &e., but they only made me worse.
"Thad constantly heard of your wonderful remedy, Mother Seigel's Syrup, but didn't believe mit. Then Iread in Wit and Wisdom of a case like mine that the Syrup had cured sol tried it, and the first bottle acted like magic. The palos left me the first week, rejected my food no more, and ina month all my ills were gone, Hlexs Mother Seigel for ever! I say.—Yours gratefully. (Signed) WY. Nash, 331, Goswell Road, E.C., London, October 2nd, 1893."
'Now, where is there room enough on paper to sufficiently praise a medicine that will do what this one did for these two good friends of ours? All pain, remember, is nervous in, and in the above case it' was the foul and inflamed stomach which, by stopping digestion, starved the nerves and made them ery out.' What won't cry out when it is starved? Babies will, meu will, women will, nerves will, Mother Seigel's medicine set the stomach ni gave the nerves some food, 2 why, quiet, comfort, strength, rest. enjoyment. "Bless Mother Seigel," indeed.
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