Wiuto hasn't heard of the good old Deacon in America, and his idea of how a chaise should be built so as to run for ever without repairs? I dare say we all have, yet he hasn't quite gone stale yet.
He said, you remember, that the reason chaises broke down and didn't wear out was that there was always a weakest spot somewhere about them. Now, said the Deacon, the way to fix itis to make that spot as strong as the rest, Then the vehicle might wear out, but couldn't break down, He built a chaise on that principle; it never broke dow: rau a hundred years exactly, and then one day it went to pieces all at once; all at once and nothing first, just as bubbles do when they burst." Its time was come; for, as the man says who once told the story in thyme, little of all we value here, wakes on the morn of its hundredth year, without both feeling and looking quest"
Yes, and long before that time most of us begin to look and feel queer. And it's all on account of that weak spot. too, If it wasn't for that we should be like the Deacon's chaise—we should run till we wear out, As it is we break down on the road, often beyond repair, But not always.
Otherwise a certain man could never have used these words, 'JZ feel ax smart to-day ws 1 did thirty years ago." His story, in his own words, runs this way "From my youth I was never properly well, I hud a bad taste in the mouth and pain after eating, Often, I coulda'y touch food when it was set before me, T felt a snawing at the stomach and a tightness at the Cliest and sides. Sometimes my bowels were s0 swollen I hud to loose my clothes. I hud jleut pains in my head for days together. This continued for years and years, About thirty years ago T begun to, have rheunetig Jains all exer me, especially in the back and legs. I got so bad I couldn't walk without a stick. and on my way teand from my work Thad to sit down and rest.
"I got no proper sleep at night owing to the pain, Day nor night, I never knew what it was to be free from pain. As time went by I became quite crippled. Doctor after doctor gave me medicines and rubbing bottles, but none of the things I tried did any good. Yhe doctors said my ailment was rheumatism and lumbago and made light of it, but it was serious enough for me. For thirty years I suffered dreadfully, My wife used to. rub me before the fire night after night and apply flannels relieving me only for the gave up all hope of ever being well fain, when in November, 1887, I read of the good Mother Seigel's Syrup had done in so many cases, I began to use it, and after taking a few bottles all my aches and pains left me and have never returned since. This medicine seems to have driven all the poison out of my system, and I feel as smart to-da as I did thirty years ago, for which I than! God and Seigel's Syrup. "Had T used it souner Tshould have been saved years of suffering." (Signed) Witt1am Sropvanr, Douglas, near Cork, Ireland, January 7th, 1892.
'Mr. Stoddart is gardener at Mrs. Edwards', the Island, Rochestown, and has a shop Douglas. He is a very respectable man and has been in service at Mrs. Edwards' twenty years.
his letter he further states that from boyhood he was a victim to indigestion and
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