That vast, solemn arch of umhewn rocks known as the Natural Bridge, la, was once the scene of Elihu Burritt's immortal "One Niche the Highest." The prose poem Stripling of spare years cut hia way upwarda, is known to all English people. How a
niche by niche, in the face of the living rock.
How, in the end, his knife falls tingi agonized parents' feet: his head reel:
yesstart: and with a last convulsive effort his arm drops into the welcome noose. He is saved! Similarly, here isa tale of lad of 17, who climbed down. And then—when the expert watchers abandoned all hope—he chinted up, and was saved.
At 17 years, Ernest, Spary, a healthy, strong youth, fell ill. Violent pains in the stomach assailed him, and thet organ swelled. His appetite left him, and a nasty, dry, h tormented him.
He had begun the descent.. He took to his room. For three months he was confined to his hed, until," his mother, Mrs. he was reduced almost toa skeleton, was so weak that he conl not walk across the besimom, "A doctor rode five miles eve week to see him, at 10/6 a visit, and said he was suffering from peritonitis and was going into consumption."
want you to hold that fact in mind: "<The doctor said he had peritoni and was going into consumption.
The disease developed into worse. Despite medical attentions, Ernest thinned dow:
skeleton, and grew so emaciated that spine became curved." Then the doctor decided to pack him in a plaster of Paris jacket. In fact, he told Mr. Spary that, his Son was actually dying, and that "hope was SNirs. Spary, in an extremity of desperaone.
tion to save him, thought of Mother Seigel's Syrup, "which," she told us on Noventber th, 1889, we had used for years as a family medicine." had receded from bright, good health to that "The rapid descent was completed, Ernest
dark approach knownes "No Hope." Now for approaching daylight I teied the Syrap," writes Mos. Spary, "and after the first dose Ernest said he thought he felt little better," and little by little, niche by niche, he climbed upwards, In five days he was able to sit by the fire. One day, as he sat in his room, he was suddenly taken jolently sick, and vomited a large quantity of "mattery fluid.
This protest of a strengthened stomach saved him, He suid he felt that, a weight had been removed feom his right side, and, of course, partially digested food, acid. fi its, and ulcerated matter are a dead weight, hed up in grand style now, with the all of Seigel'" Sermp, The doctors came tw pack him, but they could' t pack aman whom found up reading. They exami stead, and found that he was rapidly gaining flesh, 'The pains gradually grew less severe, the cough ceased to tease, Seigel' s Syrup was till faithfully taken, and in two short months he was as Well and stronges eversbefore in his This true account. was given to me by Mrs.
Chepstow, on November 28th, 1899. There piss, Holly Cottace, Newehnrch West, near are, one might say, a thousand symptoms of dyspepsia; but T want to briefly examine this wonderful record, One man in seven, it is said, dies of consumption, That is not true. One man in every seven may die of so-called consumption. If indigestion stops blood. making, the Tangs must suffer and the tissues of the body naturally die and waste aw The truth ix dyspepsia can simulate consumption ike a spider—simulates death, or an insect counterfeits a dried tw The most practised eye is deceived.
ike at the root; that is the only remedy. 'Take Seigel' s Syrup. Remove the sole cause, Clear the stomach and bowels for action, and leave counterfeit consumption, heart, disease, asthma, and uric acidity to nature to deal with, She knows how to cure you.
Remember also that this record climb could never have been written if Mrs. Spary had even hesitated or changed her mind, Moe, 6 & 13n0
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.