Wiwn one of Dr. Abernethy's pat remarked that it gave him groat pain to lift his haud to his head, the eminent physician reapouded that, in such case, ha was a fool for doing it. "The observation was both brutal and" unprofessional. The very fact that the act was ful indicated a condition calling for medical treatment; and to provide that, if he could, was the doctor's duty.
Still, ove might get on in comparative comfort without lifting his hand zo his head, if that were th only source, of pain about him. But when a bodily operation which is absolw'ely indispensable to life, becomes constantly psinfal, the situation is vastly more 'And that was what happened to ma Elwen, vor letter ith printed for our the spring of 1889," she aays, "I began weak and ailing. From being I strong, healthy woman, I gradually lost ax my strength and energy. My' appetite was poor and all fond gave me pain."
Be ood enough for " moment to fix your mind on that statement. Nature has 10 arranged that all necessary acts or movements of the boily shall he painless, if not distinctly pleasurable. Were it otherwise, we should avoid them to the extent of our power, and so produce incalculable mischief, And, shove all, the act and consequences of eating were Tyeant to be and, in health, are, one of th highest of our physical enjoyments, This lady, having suderet from her ood, then, signifies " state of things unnatural and dangerous, "Thad fulness and pain at the chest," she continues, between the shoulders and down
side, and my heart palpitated so much that back; T had also deal of pain at my I got but little sleep or rest on account of it." My breathing was short and difficult. 1 was unable to do any housework, and often wished I were dead."
The words I wish I were dead " are often on the lips of the victims of what seems to he hopeless disease, and they ure sad and chilling words to fall on the oars of those of us who love them. They make us look despairingly around for the help which is 50 slow to come, and tuo frequently never comes all. Is there, then, xo medicine which has power to sive?
"T grow to be so weak," adds the writer, "that" I was from time to time confined tomy bed, and at other times had to lie down on the couch. I lost flesh rapidly, and was like a mere skeleton—my clothes' fanging upon me, For three years I suffete in this way, no medicine that I took doing me any good.
"Tu February, 1892, the Rev. Me. Knight, of Bishop Auckland, recommended me to take Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Acting on his advice I precured a bottle from the Ca-operative Stores at Bishop Auckland, and after taking it I began to improve. appetite returned, and food agreed with me, and f felt easier than I had done for years, The pain at my heart was loss severe, and I ined strength every day.
cing this, I continued to use this re-and gradually I recovered my health gaining three stone rceight. Since that time, Thave kept in good health. My husband hag also benefited by the use of Mother igel's Syrup when suffering from indigestion, You are at liberty tu publish this statement as you like. (Signed) (\rs,) Enma Elwen, Primrose Hill, Newtield, Willington, near Durham, 30th October, 1896.
Tf Mrs, Elwen were the only woman in the district wherein she lives who had suffered in this manner, the fact should excite the interest of the intelligent reader, but there are multitudes of others all over the land, all over the world. Her ailment was not heart disease, it was not any form of consumption, it was not rheumatism. Tt was dyspepsia—the disease that counterfeits most others and has many of their most: painful
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