Probably the two women whose names we are about to mention (Ly their good will and consent) never saw or even heard of each other. A broad bit of seawarer rolls between the places where they severally live. Still, the world is getting smaller every day, and it is quite possible they may meet; if they do, they will have a common subject fora talk, Without waiting for that, however, We. Tet the reader into the secret {so far as it is a secret) right on the spot.
The first Indy to be named resides at Bishop'" Norton, near Kirton, Lindsey, Lincolnshire, and in a letter dated the 16th of the blustering month of March, 1993, she says, "I led from head to foot."
This would scarcely be worth mentioning fand therefore bound' to pass of in a. few if it had been simply the result of a fright
minutes. But it lasted for a long time and not arise from a fright or from any other form of excitement. It meant sheer weakness and a wholesale upsetting of the ne "Twas constantly sick and di "and had a dull pain between the she Thad no appetite, and the effect of little I did eat was so bad and gave me so much distress that after a time I hardly dared touch any food or drink. During this period I may just mention that I was terribly constipated, intervals of ten days sometimes elapsing between the actions of the bowels, No laxatives or enemas availed to relieve t condition and I became more feeble and prostrated day by day. My illness began Augast 1892, and after four months' sul Twas completely cured in remedy. Lulved it was not ne to tuke quite one bottle. If anyone wi reads this little statement of mino wishes to know more about my case, I will glad answer inquiries. (Signed) Mra, M, G. Walsham."
~The second Indy, writes from her homo No. 12, Horgan's Buildings, College Road, Cork, dating her letter the 27th of the sunny month of June, 1893. She says, "Every thing was a trouble and a burdes. For nights together 1 got no sleep. I couldn't bear the noise of the children. I I wanted to be my misery. 1 thought I was going to die. I was in this way for nearly twelve months."
Now this was bad; very, very bad. When a woman cannot bear the noise of her own children—which of all noise is least observed by a mother's-ear—why, her nerves are, a3 we might say, all gone to pieces, Ani inasmuch as the'nerves are only a part of the body, it follows that the whole system hadly out of order. And so it was, The int," he says, "came on in October, 1890." fv was marked by failure of the appetite, pain and weight in the chest after eating, a sinking feeling ut the pit of the stomach, biliousness, flatulency, and other signs with which the readers of these articles are so sadly familiar, Of the progress of the malady and how low it reduced her she has already spoken, The end of i all—s happy end, thank Merey—was like this. In September, 1891," she adda, my husband persuaded me to ry 3 medicine he had heard and read so much about. I did so, and soon found relief—a relief that none of the other medicines I had used were able to give me. My lost appetite came back, and my food digested easily and strengthened me, You hardly nev be tid that I continued taking the medicine, and soon I was well as ever I was in my life and have ailed nothing. since, Yours truly, (Signed) Mrs. Lucy Carroll."
Women, like men, never agree on all the topics which come up in conversation. I would be a dall world if they: two will agree that they were afflicted with the same complaint—indigestion and dyspopsin; and that Mother S Syrup, which restored them health, one of the very best friends in time of trouble that their sex ever had.
And what is more, if all the women in this kingdom who thiok the same were collected in one meeting, no building could be found big enough to accommodate them, (6) 13, 20 & 27ja 575 5
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.