By-andby the best he could do was to hobble about on crutches. He could not lie abed at all, because he couldn't draw his breath whan lying down. For over a month he snatched what sleep he could when supported upright on his crutches. Just think of that and be thankful it wasn't your case. He wasn't able to lift his hand to him mouth, and had to be nursed night »nd day. He got so low (in spite of doctors attending him) that he didn't expect to live, «nd didn't desire to. One doctor said he had heart disease, and that his heart was big as a bullock's, whioh was nonsense. During all this illness Mr Fish had a professional nurse from a con valescent home. When he had sank so low as to make it a wonder hor he kept alive at all, he first heard of the medicine which finally oured him. Tn concluding his letter he says, "After beginning to take Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup I never looked behind me. I got stronger every day, and have ailed nothing since. (Signed) Henry Fish, Great Malvern, County of Worcester, January 12th 1893." Only a word more. We spoke of men and women being like ships that have to sail to the end of the voyage with what supplies they start with. By that we mean, not supplies of food, but supply of potver to digesi food. You ace the differ* «nee ? Bread aod meat are no better than lead and leather if you cau'c digest them. In Mr Fish's case it was not food that failed, but power to use it. He had in digestion and dyspepsia. The wonderful remedy discovered by Mother Seigel stopped the waste of vitality caused by the disease, and enabled Nature to use food to build up the polishing body. He will now proceed, we hope, towards the port of Old Age, with favouring winds.
