There lay Mr. Robert Speight's pipe on the shelf, black and cold as an ancient Aztec altar, He had not taken a pull of it for days; he said he didn't enjoy it any more.
Now a man may have a row with a friend, and the two meet without speaking for six mantis; yet no harm dene.
To throw off one's smoke, however, isa different. thing; it is a bad sign." Our friend had not repaiiated tobacco on what is called "principle he had not joined any of those societies—you know the sort—thaten joy themselves by making others miserable, and then give out that the Midennium is close aboard Not a bit of that. He loved his fragrant old briarwool with uw hed devotion, - well, take the tale right from his own mouth—it will hit a lot of us on the side of the head where we most need a little: sense knocked in.
"The whole matter," says Mr Speight, in a letter dated December 19th, 1900, tots up at this. I had been a chronic dyspeptic for ive years. My life was dismal a¥ rain; storm that neverlets up. T had such awful headaches I could hardly attend to Thad wretched nights, and days off t piece. My tongue was coated deep with fur and the taste in the mouth, especially in the morning, was fit to sicken a Greenlander, "Most of the time there was a dall, heavy pale in the left side, and a feeling of tightness across the chest, as though an iron band were screwed around me. 1 was afraid to eat any-i id because it gave the sense of ud whenever I did eat pastry, or roast or fried meat, I couldn't stand the foehn; i I was obliged to make myself sick with salt and water and got relief that way. For months together I lived on slops.
"Thinking it might do me good I went with some friends to the Isle of Man for holiday, but was glad to get back. Doctors attended me, but their medicines all missed the mark. I could no Longer enjoy my pipt, and this left me lonely as a wrecked sailor; all smokers will understand that.
"When [had made up my mind I was booked to suffer to the end of my days, I first read about the cures done by Mother Seigel's Syrup, The first bottle gave me great relief, and two more made a perfectly well man of me. It isa pleasure now for me tow and my old pipe is once more in const service. My opinion of Mother Seigel Syrup may be inferred from what I have sid. Nowadays I eat and digest pastry and every: thing else that comes my way."—Robert Speight, Draper, 2, Richardshaw Lane, Pudsey, Yorks.
(8) 5, 12 & 1950 269 fBiscellancous Entelligence.
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