is located in the is rou ien he throws out, Napoleon was often willing to trust others to look after the arms and ammunition of his armies, but the commissariat tment he looked after hit fight unless Nor will they.
yhy we are not surprised to find Mr. William Jones saying that at a certain time he was ina low and desponding state of mind. He gives the reason himself in three words, "I was weak." And wyh was he weak? He explains that too.
""T was always strong and healthy," he says, "up to January, 1892. Then I had a severe attack of influenza, followed by congestion of the lungs. After this I never got my strength, and I waa low, weal, and desponding. I had a bad taste in the mouth, my appetite was poor, and every morsel of food I took gave me intense pain at my chest. After every meal I was sick, vomiting a green, filthy fluid which was often mixed with shall have no trouble to understand this especial phase of Mr. Jones' illness. The green, filthy fluid was mucus mingled with bile, and the blood came from some of the small blood-vessels, which were ruptured in retching and straining. The bilo was out of place; that's why nature tried to get rid of it. But how did it get out of its place Wait a bit; we'll come to that presently.
"Thad," continues our friend, "dreadful attacks of cramp in the stomach, and the gnawing pain was well nigh unbearable, At night 1 got. but little rest; sometimes none at all—cold, clammy sweats breaking out all over me, and in the morning I hail barely the strength to raise myself. (Vhen I went out of doors my breathing was so bad I had to stop and rest every few yards."
[The cramp was caused by the gas arising from the fermented food, an the short breath ing by a partial paralysis of the nerves, creat ed by the poisonous acids which had entered the blood from the stomach. The nerves were also ent-eliled by the enforced starvation ko ull the rest of his body.]
"As month after month went by," says Mr. Jones, my relatives and friends could see me wasting away and apparently sinking into the grave. I became as chin as a lath, and you could see: through my bands. My legs and face were attenuated to the same extent, and as for my muscles they seemed to be all completely gone."
(Now, inasmuch as when people waste away the fat goes first and the muscles and other tissues last, you can perceive how far advanced ina decline our good friend really was.
"Yet I continued in this condition," he says, "altogether for over seventeen months, I was attended, off and on, by four doctors but their medicines had no good effect on me. Taise used lung tonics and cod-liver oil, but to no purpose.
In June of this year (1893) I first read of Mother Seigel's Syrup, and my wife got me a bottle from Mr. Cole, the grocer, at Gros mont. After taking it a few lieved, my appetite improved, and thi ness (the nausea) left me Keeping on with ina month £ vould walla and ride. aad was the Syrup I gumed strength every vay, and
soon as well and strong as ever. Your rem saved my life, and I wish others to know it You can refer enquirers to me. (Signed) William Jones, Bridge Ino, Kenteburch, Pontrilas, Herefordshire, October Slat, 1893."
The case of Mr. Jones and his recovery as set forth by him are well-known la his neighbourhood." His wife says that one of the doctors told her that all hope was gone. But happily the doctor was mistaken, as the wisest of us sometimes are. His disease was chronic inflammatory dyspepsia, and that only. But that was enough, mercy knows, 'a fatal end to it was not far off when Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had a chance to do its healing work.
Onur friend is cheerful now because he is strong; and hemis strong because this remedy set his digestion to rights.
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