The writer of the letter which Lam going to copy for you in a moment has a complaint to make. Ruther, perhaps, a complaint to place on record, as the reason for it 1s passed away for the present and she hopes—and we hope with her—that it may not return, The complaint does not refer to any relative, friend, or for, but to her own heart. It did not work well. It was weak, and for a long time she was unable to find means to anake do better, Which was a serious matter, inasmuch as the vigour of the cireulation of the blood always depends upon the wherewith the heart drives it, it seems to me we ought to be a bit indulgent towards the heart in view of the labour it hax to perform. Remember that it never takes a full minuce's rest at one time, night or day, from the instant it begi at your birth until, like " inutiled drum, it Mops for ood and all—life's funeral march to the grave being over. During all this while, ten years or a hundred, the heart has got to keep on pumping blood through your body at the rate of from 130 strok minute in childhood to 50 or a age. If you happen to have a mechanical ture of mind it may interest you to figure out how much this stand for in units of horse-power for " given case and time. If not you can tak+ iny word for it that, merely as a machine, the heart deserves your ré- spect. So long as it goes ahead stowlily, up hill and down dal", hammering away softly but strongly, you haven't " word to say for ': but when it begins to yet weak, now apd then, you Gvctor, who puts the tip of finger just below the base of your left thumb, looks wise end solemn (x8 betits the and says, "Ab, yes, yes: Lave, hut what does he vee? " He doesn't tell you that; he leaves medicine, and men: tions when he will look in again, Hut as to the letter I spoke of. For the Luly says, T suffered from nid wenic he Very lives ertion mule me feel weary and rived. broke. over poor appetite, and of 5 At the chest and " king fecting at the stomach, I had also much pain at the left side, and my heart would flu-ter so as to frighten me. At length I became so wesk L was huely uble to get about being anger able to do my housework, g to the trouble at my heart I ho proper rest ut night, and often about my Vedrovin at night. Many times these attacks were 90 bad J thought I was dying. During the day " sense of suffocation sometimes came upon me and I was to go tu the "oer for fresh air.
"Year after year I suffered like this; now a little better, now as bad as I could be. November, 1887, while on a visit to Croydon son-in-law persuaded me to try Mother cel's Syrup. He yot me a bottle, und after taking it I experienced grout relief. The pain at my heart was easier, and I felt better as a whole, T could eat well and the food with me.
Tnow felt encouraged to continue this remedy. Soon I was in better h than for years, the heart trouble having disappeared altogether. ¢ that time when T feel anything ailing me a few doses of Mother Seigel's Syrup never fail to give the desired relief, I have told many persons of the benefit I have derived from it, and hereby consent to your publishing this statement should you wish to do s0."—(Signed) (Mrs.) William Wacringtov, Near Wickford Hill, Clare, Suffolk, November 12th, 1897.
Now what ailed Mrs, Harrington's heart? Why, precisely the same thing that ailed her lungs, her nerves and her muscles—eeak ness. Therein she is right. It was a weak heart but not a diseased heart, The heart, isa muscle, and (seeing the prodigious lot of work it has to do) necessarily a strony, active muscle. But it will not work without pay any more than you or I will. With all the rest of the body it has got to be sustained and strengthened by food. Here we have the point, then, The lady was afflicted with clionie indigestion, For this reason her whole body grew weak—the heart, of course, with other parts of the engine, Hence all the symptoms she names. Her immense all-
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