The Hawaiian gazette. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1865-1918, 1896-01-03
THE WORLD RUNS AWAY
FROM us.

HE other day we had talk with mar
who knew as little of the world around him
1 as baby. Yet he was man of naturally
/ fine intelligence. He had Just been relieved
/ from prison. Ten years ago he was incar'
cerated under life sentence. Recently,
| however, circumstances had arisen which
proved his innocence, and he obtained his
freedom. But nothing see ed as before.
/ He had been stationary while the world
moved on. Many of his old friends were
dead, and all were changed. big slice of
his career was lost. and worse than lost.
Could he ever make it up? No, never. Be-
sides. although he had committed no offence.
the mere fact that he had been cOHricted of
one. would always place him at a disadvan-
tage.
Different as it is in all outward conditions
long illness produces results which resem-
bles those of enforced solitude. When con
fined to our homes by disease We are virtu-
ally out of the world. Friends may, and do,
pity US; but they do not lie down by our side
and suffer with Us. Ali no. They go their
own ways and leave US alone In the midst
of company we are still alone. Enjoyment,
food, Sleep fresh air, movement, work, &c.-
those are for them, not MS. Alas, for the
poor prisoner whose jailor is some relentless
disease. Who shall open the iron doors and
set him free?
II never had any rest or pleasure" So
Writes d ultu WuO5t ItklcE we utN6 JUST I'LL
lshed re .ding. SIN the early part of 1888"
he says, "a strange feeling came over me.
l felt heavy, drowsy. languid. and TIRED.
Something appeared to be wrong with me,
and / couldn't account for it. had foul
taste in the mouth my appetite failed, and
what did eat lay on me like a stone. Soon
l became afraid to eat. as the act was always
followed by pain and distress. Sometimes |
had a sensation of choking in the throat as
~ | mid I Was apnllon
around the body. and got about with diff
Guilty owing to increasing weakness.
'At the pit of my stomach was hungry,
craving sensation, as though needed sup
port from food; yet the lit took did not
abate this feeling. Ny sleep was broken,
and / awoke in the morning unrefreshed.
For four years continued in this wretched
state before found relief"
This letter is signed by Mr.. Charles II.
Smith, of 10, New City Road, Glasgow. and
dated February 18th, 1898.
Before we hear how he was at last deliver
ed from the slavery Of illness, let us listen
to the words of lady on the same theme:
Mrs. Mary Ann Rushing, of Station Road,
Misterton, near GainsborouRh. In a brief note
dated January 3rd, 1885, Mrs. Rushing says
she suffered in a similar way for orer fifteen
years. Her hands and feet were cold and
clammy, she was pale and bloodless. She
had pain In the left side and palpitation,
and her breathing was short and hurried.
No medicines availed to help her until two
years ago. cat that time,' she says, "our
minister, the late Rev. Mr.. Watson, told n g
of Mother Seigels Curative Syrup, and
urged me to make trial If 1t. did so,
and presently felt great relief. 1t was not
long before the bad symptoms all left me,
and gradually got strong. l keep in good
health, and have pleasure in making known
to others the remedy which did so much for
me"
Mr.. Smith was completely cured by the
same remedy, and says had he known of it
sooner he would have been saved years of
misery.
The real ailment in both these cases was
indigestion and dyspepsia, with its natural
consequences. Throughout the civilized
world its conrse is marked by hundred
forms of pain and suffering. Men and
women are torn 10 pieces by 1t as vessels are
by the rocks on which they are driven by
teDpests. So comprehensive and all-em-
brecing Is it that we may almost say that
there Is NO other disease. 1t signifies life
transformed into death, bread turned into
poison. Watch for its earliest signs
especially the feeling of WEAKNESS lanauor
aud fatigue, which announce its approach.
Prevention is better than cure.
But by the use of Mother SeieePs Cura-
tive Syrup, Gre is always passible; and
poor captives in the 'oathsome dungeons of
illness are daily delivered as the hand of
the good German nurse swings open the
doors.