Your house takes fire. \Vhat burns first? The lightest and most inflammable stuff, of furniture, deere, shelves, floors, ud other woodwork. If it is a remain standing—a melancholy sight.
Were not this a principle of wviversal appli cation Mr. Meddings would never have com-the later tw which your attention is now pared himself to " skeleton, as he does in
invited, "To the autumn of 1891," he says, "I fall into a low, weak state of health. My ordinary energy appeare! to have gone out of me. "I always felt tired und languid, and couldn't account for it. Nothing seemed to rest me. I was as tired in the morning as when I went to bed, I had a bad taste in the mouth, my appetite was, poor, and after had a pain at my chest and left side.
I was in this condition until the 14th of March 1892, and thea I had to give up work. The reason was, I was too weak to work. In fact, I wus so weak that it was about as much as I could do to walk across the floor. Besides this I had a dry, hacking cough; and at night I sweat so tie bedclothes were wet. Sometimes during the day cold, clammy sweate would break out all over me.
lost flesh rapidly, until I was like a gheleton, "There was no feeling of warmth in me it was as though my blood had gone cool und I was too feeble and helpless to wash or dress myself and people said I was wasting away, as though they expected to see end of it presently consulted two doctors and they gave me medicine, but it did me no good. One day my aunt, Mrs, Benton, of Frauicis Street, Walsall, called, and in the course of talk she said that the medicine that did her good when she was ill was Mother Seigel's Curative Syrap. Although it didn't look reasonable te believe that it could cure a case as bad as mine, nevertheless my wife got me a bottle from Mr. Grove, the chemist in Park Street, and I commenced taking it. Ina few days T found myself much better; my appetite was Detter, and I had gained a little strength.
"To make the story short, I kept on taking the Syrup and continued to get better. As toon as T could digest my food the night sweats and the cough abated, and in a few weeks I wus able to go back to my work That is two years ago, and since then I hav, Sa been in good health, for which I have to than Thomas Meddiogs, 115, Farringdon Street, Walsall. March 6th, 1894."
Me fire. as we stid, itis the light, infamy mable stuff that burns first. That's why Mr. Meddings got to be so ghastly thin. The flesh or fat is the fuel of the body. In health it keeps up the warmth and famishes the power. And to keep up the fuel we must eat.
Now, disease is a conflagration: it tries to burn the house up, and often docs it. The fat goes first, the muscles, ete., afte That's the way of it. About that time che tenant moves out.
Oar friend was well on towards that point, Bat it wasn't lung disease that ailed him, albeit he, bed the cough: and the sweats \ey go also with indigestion and dyspepsia—his real and only malady, He got feeble and thin because his disease wouldn't allow the stomach to digest food. Hence he consumed all the flesh he had stored up, and then (luckily for him) he began to take Mother Scigel's Curative Syrup, which set his stomach and liver right, and gave his victuals a chance to feed him.
All the same it is dangerous to let a fire get headway. When it is in your body bench the first spark with Mother Seigel's curative Syrup.
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