The Stourbridge Observer, Cradley Heath, Halesowen & District Chronicle.
Stourbridge, West Midlands, England, 1887-09-10 00:00:00

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TTiND ['Al the above heading, the
Donc(Wer Reporter of Ju
6th, 1887, publlles the following
in its editorial columns:—

"Our readers may recall the cir-
cumstances of a young clerk, named
Arthur Richo-Id, failing insensible
in Wheatley Lane in this town some
time ago, and being picked up, as he
continued perfectly helpless, and
taken in a cab by two gentlemen
to the office of F. W. Fisher, Esq.,
the solicitor who employed him.
On restoring him to consciousness
it was ascertained that he was
afflicted with what seemed to be an
incurable disease. When he was
able to speak he said he had been
to his dinner and was on his way
back to his work when suddenly his
head was in a whirl, and he fell in
the street like a man who is knocked
down. On coming to his senses in
the solicitor's office he thought
what this might mean, and feared
he was going to have a fit of illness,
which we all know is a very dread-
ful thing for a poor man with a
family to care for.

"With this in his mind, he at once
sought the best medical advice, tell-
ing the doctors how he had been
attacked. They questioned him,
and found that his present malady
was exhaustion of the nervous
system, resulting from general de-
bility, indigestion, and dyspepsia
of a chronic nature: This in turn
had been caused by confinement
to his desk, and grief at the loss
of dear friends by death. The
coming on of his strange disease,
as described by Mr. Richold, must
be of interest both to sick and
well. )He had noticed for several
years previously, in fact, that his
eyes and face began to have a yellow
look, there was a sticky and un-
pleasant slime on the gums and teeth
in the morning, the tongue coated,
and the bowels so bound and cos-
tive that it induced that most
painful ailment—hemorrhoids. lie
says there was some pain in the
sides and back, and a sense of
fulness on the right side as though
the liver were enlarging, which
proved to be the terrible fact.
" These things had troubled Mr.
Richold a long time, and after his
fall in the street he clearly perceived
that his fit of giddiness was nothing
more than the sign of the steady
and deadly advance of the com-
plaint which began in indigestion
and dyspep.sia Ifis story of how he
went from aue physician to another
in seare: • cure, that his wife
and little might not come to
want, as very pathetic and touching.

e'inally he became too ill to keep
situation, and had to give it up.
This was a sad calamity. He wri.-;
appalled to think how he should 1"
able to live. But God raised tl,l
friends who helped to keep the wolf
from the door. He then went to
the sea-side at Walton-on-,the-Naze,
but neither the change' nor the
physicians who treated him there
did any- good. All being without
avail, he visited London, with a
sort of vague hope th 4 some ad-
vantage might happen to him in the
metropolis. This was in October,
1885.

"How wonderful indeed are the
ways of Providence, which dashes
down our highest hopes, and then
helps us when we least expect ?

"While in London he s-tate,l
condition to a friend, who strongly
advised him to try the medicine
which he called Mother Seigel's
Curative Syrup, saying it was genu-
ine and honest, and often cured
IN' hen everything else had failed.
He bought a bottle of a chemist in
Pimlico, and began taking it accord-
ing to the directions. He did this
without faith or hope, and the public
may therefore judge of his surprise
and pleasure when, after taking a
few doses, he felt great relief.* Ile
could eat better, his food distressed
him less, the symptoms we have
named abated, the dark spots which
had floated before his eyes like
smuts of soot gradually disappeared,
and his strength increased. Before
this time his knees would knock
together whenever he tried to walk.
So encouraged was he now_that he
kept on using Mother Seigel's Cura-
tive Syrup until it ended in com-
pletely curing him.
"In speaking of his wonderful
recovery, Mr. Richold says it made
him think of poor Robinson Crusoe
and his deliverance from captivity
on his island in the sea; and added,
'But for Mother Seigel's Curative
Syrup, the grass would now be
growing over my grave.'

"Our readers can rest assured of
the strict truth of all the statements
in this most remarkable case, as Mr.
Rich°ld (now residing at Swiss Cot-
tage, Walton-on-the-Naze) belongs
to one of the oldest and most re-
spected families in the beautiful
village of Long IVlelford, Suffolk,
and his personal character is attested
by so high an authority as the Rev,
C. J. Martyu, rector of that parish,
besides other excellent names, s,We
have deemed the case of such im-
portance to the public as to justify
us giving this short account of it in
our