The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1888-04-11
advertisements.


Under the above heading the "Don-
caster Reporter" of July 6, 1887, pub
fishes the following in it's editorial col
umns:
Our readers may recall the circumstance
of young clerk. named Arthur Richold,
falling insensible on the Wheatley Lane in
this town some time ago, and being picked
up, as he continued perfectly helpless, and
taken in 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 whirl and
he fell in the street like man who is
knocked down. On coming to his senses
in the solicitors office he thought what
this might mean, and feared he was going
to have fit of illness, which we all know
is very dreadful thing for poor man
with family to care for.
With this in his mind he at once sought
the best medical advice, telling the doctors
how he had been attacked. They ques-
toned him, and found that his present
malady was exhaustion of the nervous
system, resulting from general debility,
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 this 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 sticky and unpleasant slime on the
gums and teeth in the morning; the
tongue coated; and the bowels SO bound
and costiVe that it induced that most pain
full and troublesome aim ent-the piles.
He says there was some pain in the sides
and back and a sense of fullness on the
right side, as though the liver were enlarg-
ing, which proved to be d terrible fact.
The secretions from the kidneys would be
scanty and high-coloredi with kind of
gritty or sandy deposit after standing.
These things had troubled Mr.. Richold a
long time, and after his fall in the street
he clearly perceived that his fit of giddi
ness was nothing more than sign of the
steady and deadly advance of the COM
plant, which began in indigestion and dys-
pepsia. His story of how he went from
one physician to another in search of a
cure that his wife and little ones might
not come to want is very pathetic and
touching. Finally he became too i'll to
keep his situation and had to give it up.
This was sad calamity. He was appalled,
to think of how he should be able to live.
But God raised up friends who helped to
keep the wolf from the door. He then
went to the seaside at Walton on-the- Maze,
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 that some adj
vantage might happen to him in the me-
tropolis. This was in October, 1885.
How wonderful, indeed, are the ways of
Providence, which dashes down our high
est hopes and then helps us when We least
expect it.
While in London he stated his condition
to friend. who strongly advised him to
try medicine which he called Mother
Seigel's Curative Syrup, saying it was gen
uine and honest, and often cured when
bottle of chemist in Pimlico, and began
using it according to the directions. He
did this without any faith or hope, and
the public may, therefore, judge of his
surprise and pleasure when after taking
few doses he felt great relief He could eat
better, his food distressed him less, the
symptoms we have named abated, the
dark spots which had aoated before his
eyes like smuts of SCOT gradually disap
peared, 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 Curative Syrup until it ended in
completely curing him.
In speaking of his wonderful recovery
Mr.. Richold says it made him think of
poor Robinson Crusoe, and his deliver
ance from captivity on his island i'll 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 re-
markable case, as Mr.. Richold (now resd-
ing at Swiss Cottage, Walton-on-theNaze,
belongs to one of the oldest and most re-
Spected families in the beautiful village of
Long Melford, Suffolk, and his personal
character is attested by SO high an au-
thority as the Rev. G. ]. Martyr. We
have deemed the case of such Importance
to the public as to justify us in giving this
short account of it in our columns.