At this crisis Wade's Scotch blood asserted itself. He refused to stand Bny more dosing, and told the doctors that if he must die ho could die bb well without them as with them. By this time a cup of milk would turn sour on his stomach, and lie there for days. Our friend from Glasgow was like a wreck on a Bhoal, fast going to pieces. Wo will let him toll the rest of his experience m the words m which he communicated it to the presß..
He Bays :— " When I was m this state a lady whom I had never Be«n came to the hospital and talked v/ith me. She proved to be an angel of mercy, for without her I should not now be alive. She told me of a medicine called ' Mother Soigel's Curative Syrup,' and brought mo a bottle next day. I started with it without consulting the doctors, and »» only a few days' time I mas out of bed calling for ham and eggs for breakfast. From that time, keeping on with Mother Seigel's great remedy, I got well fast and was Boon able to leave the hospital and coma home to Glasgow. I now feel bp if I was m another world,' and have no illness of any kind."

The above facts are calmly and impartially stated, and the reader may draw his own con clusion. We deem it best to use no names, although Mr Wade gave them m his original deposition. His address is Ko. 244, Stobcross Street, Glasgow, where letters will reach him. Editor.
