“ Year after year I remained in this con dition, and what I went through I cannot put in words, nor do I wish to try. It will answer the purpose to say that I existed thus for eleven and a half years, as much dead as alive. I spent pounds on pounds in physio, but was not a whit the better for any of it.
“ In October, 1892, a book was left at our house, and I read in it of oases like mine being cured by Mother Seigel’s Syrup. X got a bottle from Mr Bardel, the chemist, in Normanton street, Derby, and when I had taken this medicine for a few days, my appetite was better and I had less pain. I kept on taking it, and soon my food agreed with me and I gained strength.
