Your house takes fice. What: burns first? 'The lightest: and' most inflammable stuff, of course—furniture, doors, shelves, - floors, panelling, and other woodwork. If it is a the wall will probably melancholy sight, Were not this a principle of universal appli-Mr. Meddings would never-have compared himself to a skeleton, as he does in the letter to which your afteation in now "Tu the autumn of 1891," he says, "I fell into a low, weak state of health, My ordinary energy speare! to-have. gone out always felt tired and for it. Nothing seemed to rest me. I was og tired in the morning as when went to bed. I had a bad taste in the imoutby my appetite was, poor. and after i in at my chest and left sive, condition uw the l4th of and theo I had to give up work. 'The reason' wns, 1 was too weak to work. In fact, I was so weak that it was about as much as Tcould do to walk across the floor. Beides this I had a dry, hacking cough; and at night I sweat so the bedclothes were wet. Sometimes during the day old; clammy sweats would break out all over mi "I lost flesh rapidly, until I was like a skeleton. There was no feeling of warmth in me: it was as though ly blood had gone cool and thin. I was-too feeble and helpless to wash or dress myself and people anid T'was wasting away, as though they expecteil to see end of it presently.
consulted two doctors and they gave ne medicine, but it did me no good. One day my aunt, Mrs. Benton, of Francis 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 Syrup. Although it didn't look reasonable to believe that it could cure a case as bad as mine, nevertheless my wi me a bottle from'Mr. Grove, the chemist in Park Street, I commenced taking it. In afew days found myself much better; my appetite was ter, and I had gained a little streng "To marke the story short, I kept on taki toon as could digest my food the night the Syrup and continued to get better. As and the cough abated, and in a few I was' able to go back to'niy work, two years ago, and since then I have been in good health, for which I have to thank Mother Seigel's Syrup. (Signed). ° Arthae Thomas Meddings, 115, Farringdon Street, Walsall. March 6th, 1894."
fire. as we said, it is the light, infamy tuff that burns first. Th by Mr.
got to The flesh or fat is the Tu health it keeps up-the warmth amd furnishes the power. And to keep op the fuel we must eat.
Now, diseste is conflagration: it tries to burn the house up, and-often does it, The fat goes first, the muscles, etc., afterwards. Thiv's the way of if. About that time che tenant moves out.
Our friend was well on towards that point. But it wasn't lung disease that ailed him, albeit' he had the: cough. and the They 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 hin) he began to take Mother Seigel's. Curative Syrup, which set his stomach and liver right, and gove his victuals a chance to feed him.
All the same it is dangerous to let a fico gt headway. When it is la your body quench the first spark with Motler Seigel's Carative Syrup.
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