1. Don't worry your brain about the man in the clothes. moon, but study the man in your own suit of
every individual person took the best possible care of himself, institutions of charity ould soon go out of fashion, There's n deal of senso in the saying that "Charity begins home." When a man has got to swim or drown, he will at least make a laudable effort swim. Perhaps we coddle one another too much, -As-in an army, so in society-depend individually upon the commande the multitude. It's a bad thing, induces " man to trust to luck and to numbers and not to his own courage and wits. Consequently, when trouble comes, it finds us not ready: ignorant how to fight and conquer it.
For example, here is our good friend, Mr. John Wilkinson, of Norbury, Whitchurch, Salop, who not long ago said to an acquaintance: "Lad, Lam done for." Why did he think so? Because the doctors had given him up to die of consumption. Enough to scare him if he really had consumption, But did he? Ab, that is the question.
He tells his story thus: 'I come," he says, of a strong, healthy family, and up to the spring of 1885 I was always well. I could lift, run, and jump with any one, and walk thirty miles a day with ease,... About, April of that year I felt something coming over me which Sul, heavy, and tired; with a sinking all-gone gradually fastened upon: me. At first I felt sensation at the pit of the stomach, and pain in the side and between the shoulder-blades. My skin grew sallow, and the whites of my eyes were tinged with a yellow colour, I had foul taste in the mouth, particularly in the morning. My mouth and teeth were covered with a-thick slime, anda thin watery fut came up from my stomach into my mouth "My appetite failed, and: what little food I managed to eat gave me great pain. T had a tight feeling at iny chest and round both sides as if Twas held in a vice, and I got weaker'and weaker and very low in spirits. There seemed to be on life or soul left in me.
"By-and-by I to have a hacking cough, which made me lose a deal of sleep. Indeed, I could not rest at night on account of it. T would lie awake all night long cough-so reduced Teould scarcely get about. When ing and spitting. As time went on I became I did venture outdoors I had to be constantly stopping to rest, os I walked along the Iane®, for fear of falling.
tried all kinds of medicines, and was under the doctor, but without getting relief. In this miserable way I di on for six months. All _my friends and neighbours thought I was breaking up, and was not long for this world.
"One day a friend of mine, Mr. Thomas Bateman, gamekeeper, Marbnry, seeing me 0 bad, asked me how my complaint came on.
lied; Tam done for; I shall never get well again, lad."
"Then he said, ' Don't say that until after you have tried Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup.' And he went on to tell me how this medicine had cured him after he was at death's door, and given up by the doctors as being in a consumption. So, to leave nothing: undone, Tent t9 Whitchurch and bought the remedy. After taking three bottles ald: pain and nese left me; could eat anything, and the cough and the spitting, as well-s the pain in the chest, left me, and I ras a well man.
"Tell everybody how MotherSeigel'sSyrup, saved my life, and you are at liberty to publish my statement in order that other sufferers may know what todo.
(Signed) "'Joux Wruxnssox, Shoemaker, "Norbury, Whitchurch, Salop."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.