The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1888-05-24
A REMARKABLE CASE,

Our readers may recall the cir
cumstance of young clerk, named
Arthur Richold, falling insensible
on the Weatley Lane in this town
some time ago, and being picked
up, as he continued perfectly help
less, and taken in cab by two
gentlemen to the office of f. w.
Fisher, Esq; the solicitor who en-
ployed 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
and was on his way back to his
work, when suddenly his head was
in a whirl and he fell in the street
like man who is knocked down.
On coming to his senses in the soli-
citor,s 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 a 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 questioned him,
and found that his present malady
was exhaustion of the nervous sys-
tenn resulting from general debility,
indigestion, and dyspepsia of q
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 inter-
est both to sick and well. He had
noticed for several years previously,
in fact, that his eyes and face be-
gan to have yellow look; there
was q 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 painful
and troublesome allment-the piles.
He says there was some pain in
the sides and back and sense of
fulness on the right side, as though
the liver were charging, which
proved to be the terrible fact.
The secretions from the kidneys
would be scanty and high-coloured,
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 the fit of giddiness was nothing
more than a sign of the steady
and deadly advance of the complaint,
which began in digestion and dys-
depsia. His story of how he went
from one physician TO another in
search of cure that his wife and
little ones might not come to want is
very pathetic and touching. Finally
he became too ill to keep his situa-
ton and had to give it up. This
was a sad calamity. He was appall-
ed to think 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 sea.
side at Walton-on-the-Naze, but
neither the change, nor the ply
sicians who treated him there, die
any good. All being without avail
he visited London, with sort O.
vague hope that some advantage
might happen to him in the metro
polls. This was in October, 1885
How wonderful, indeed, are tn
ways of Providence, which dashe
down our highest hopes and thel
helps us when we least expect it
While in London he stated his con
dition to a friend, who strongly ad
vised him to trya medicine which h
called Mother SeigepS Curativ
Syrup, saying it was genuine ant
honest, and often cured when every
thing else had failed. He bough
bottle of chemist in Pimlico, an
began using it according to the di
rections. He did this without fait
or hope, and the public, may there
fore judge of his surprise and ples
sure when after taking a few dose
he felt great relief. He could ea
better; his food distressed him less
the symptoms we have named abated
the dark spots which had tioate
before his eyes like SHUTS of 500
gradually disappeared, and h
strength increased. Before tn
time his knees would knock togeth'
whenever he tried to walk. So el
couraged was he now that he kel
on using Mother SeigePs Curatit
Syrup until it ended in complete
curing him.
In speaking of his wonderful +
covery Mr.. Richold says it MAJ
him think of poor Robinson Cruso
and his deliverance from captivi
on his island in the sea; and adde
"But for Mother Seigel's Curati
Syrup the grass would now
growing over my grave"
Our readers can rest assured