Fifteen years ago, he said, I first became conscious of a sour and deranged stomach and loss of appetite, which the Dootors told me was Dyspepsia. What food I could hold in my etomacu seemed to do me no good and was often thrown up with painful retchings. Thin was followed after a time with hoarse- ness and a raw soreness of the throat which the Dootors called bronchitis, and I was treated for that but with little success. Then came shortness of breath and a sense of suffocation, especially nights, with clammy sweat, and 1 would have to go out of bod and eom&times open a door or window in winter weather to fill my lungs with the cold air. About six years ago I became so bad that I could not sleep in bed. but had to take my unquiet rest and dreamy sleep Bitting in an armchair. My affliotion seemed to be work- ing downward into my bowels as well as up- wards into my lungs and throat. la the violent coughing spasms whioh grew more frequent, my abdomen would expand and collapse and at times it would seem that I should suffocate. All this time I was reduoed in strength so that I could perform bo hard labour and my spirits were consequently much depressed. Early in this last spring I had a still more csevere spasmodic-attack, and my family and neighbours beoame alarmed, believing that certainly I would not survive, when a neigh- bour, who had some knowledge, or had heard of the medicine, Bent to Aberystwith by tho driver ot «he Omnibus Post, some seven miles diatand, and fetched a bottle of Mother ieigel'6 Curative Byrup, This medioine they administrated to me according to the directions, when to their but- prise and delight do lees than my own, the spasm ceased, I became at ease, and my stomach calmed, My bowels were moved as by a gentle cathartic, and I felt a sense of quiet comfort all through such as I had not before realized in many years, I conld walk around tfoe house andbreatho comfortably in a few hours after I had taken tho medioine. 