From the day when Achilles fasted three days and nights over the body of Patroclus, slain in the ten years' siege before the stout walls of Troy, "have we learned of war's sorrows.
'The Duke of Wellington wept like a child when he surveyed the bloody, hard-won field of Waterloo. Methuen, it' is said, broke down at the ghastly sight of Magersfontein, and returned to his tent that the men might not witness his grief.
"Who dead is must be buried," says Homer, and, we might add, **who il 18 must ie."
So thought Private John Smith, living now at 19, South Uxbridge Street, 'Burton-on-'Trent. 'The "Aurania" steamed out to the Cape on December 27th, 1899, with this soldier aboard her (that was' before she steamed back with the gallant C.1.V.'s) and in telling me of his trials, on August 29th, 1900, Private Smith says' that that part of his duty was pleasant enough.
"Shortly after, Earl Roberts' famous march into Kronstadt, we were stationed between that town and Jacobsdal to guard the line of communication, Towards the end of April I was laid low with that fell disease enteric fever.
"There were hundreds of men down with it, Ithas laid low more men than all the shot and shell that was ever fired by Boer Artillery. For several weeks T was in the fever hospital. My stomach was converted into manufac: and helpless as a new-born babe. tory of torturing pains and I grew as weak "Iwas for days smconscious, but gradually recovered sufficiently to be invalided home."
Yet the suffering of Private Smith was not over. "I went aboard the Hospital Ship 'Nineveh' in June," he says, "and shortly afterwards sailed for home. During my short stay in South Africa, I lost. over Sloe, in weight. Nothing that I took relieved the constant vomiting, or increased my strength."
After," he says, "I had been home a fow days, my' brother, who is an engine driver on the Midland Railway—not of an armoured train—advised me to try Mother Seigel's Syrup. Igot a bottle. I found it was doing me good. The vomiting ceased, and I was able to enjoy all kinds of food. My appetite is now enormous."
"Altogether I have taken four bottles of Mother Seigel's Syrup, and gladly give you permission to use and publish my statement, his Syrup is a fine tonic and a medicine for the stomach. I can especially recommend it fo soldiers returning from South Africa in feeble health,"
Wellington knew the bitter cost of war in 1815.
Methven in 1899 and 1900.
And the hero of this narrative in 1900, too. His was a personal cost, "Green vomit," Charles Reade writes, "laid her kly' hand on him."
Until the kindly offices
stepping-stone of first wealth," which is Seigel's Curative Syrup put him, on the health.
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Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.