The Halifax Comet. — 1893-03-04 (Halifax, West Yorkshire, England)

NOTE* *Y E. Tohuarasti4, s—A better defence is Kt tits P. • s--Much better than P iks P.: 0.4. A had move, as will be seen.• D—A beautiful move,:whigh:forge” peelj win. • s—Black canncib 'guard, akiinst t 4iat7 'bind 11 Oita P *hick Would feed to inita 1!) few•nrie TRYilr: • • • ; v:  • II  IN! 4NN iaing a •  White W play and mate in three raoros.  IN a certain prison that we have all heard of lay a convict upon his narrow iron cot. He was to be hanged the next morning. Yet he lay there, covered by a rough blanket, sleeping as quietly and soundly as a tired schoolboy. Occasionally the guard in the passage outside peered between the bars cf the cell, only to find his charge breathing deeply and regularly. This man had violated the law prohibiting murder, yet he had not violated the physical laws governing his own body, and Nature rewarded him as if he had been the noblest of his race.  That same night, less than a mile away, a rich man tossed and tumbled upon his luxurious bed. He was a good and useful member of society, yet he could not sleep. And, worse still, this happened to him every night. Sleep—that blessing which the Psalmist says "God giveth His Beloved "—was practically a stranger  to this man. What ailed him? The tortures of con science? Want of money? The fear of enemies? • Nothing of the sort. Then why didn't he sleep as well as the murderer? You would like to know? Right;  let us look into the matter.  "I got no sleep at night; I would lie for hours tossing about. In the morning I was worse tired than when I went to bed."  Thus writes Mrs. Eliza Mathews, of 1, North Road, Burnt Oak, Edgware, near London, under date of  September 22, 1892. Just two years before this time she lost her health. A foul taste in the mouth,  loss of appetite, and great distress after eating were among the first things she complained of. She craved food at times, and fancied she could eat heartily, 3ct when the very dishes she had asked for were set befor3 her she turned from them as though they were filth  from the gutter. Her skin grew sallow, her eyes yellow, and she had a constant pain at her chest, sides,  and between her shoulders. stipated, and the least exertion set her heart thumping as if it must jump up into her mouth. At such times it was as much as ever that she could get her breath.  Her bowels were con "In May, 1887," says Mrs. Mathews, "I went over to Chelmsford to visit my aunt, Mrs. Troughton. She told me of the good Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup had done her when she had indigestion and dyspepsia. She bought me a battle, and I began taking it. After a few doses I felt relief. I kept on taking it, and in two months I was strong and well as ever. My h isband and friends were astonished, yet I assured them that Seigel's Syrup had done it. Yours truly (Signed), Eliza Mathews."  The point is plain enough. The convict slept soundly because he was a healthy man, although he was a wicked one. Our rich friend rolled about all night becau3e his nerves were unstrung by the state of his stomach. Our correspondent was prostrated by the same thing—indigestion and dyspepsia. The remedy named cured her because it has that power. The reason remains a secret with the roots and herbs from which it is made. Yet so long as it drives away disease and gives us back our health and strength, who cares for its mystery? Results, not arguments, are what we all want.  "Burnt Oak House, Edgware, September 22, 18'42.-1 have known Mrs. Mathews for some seven years, and remember her long and lingering illness. She informs me that Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup cured her, after medical and other means failed. Mrs. ' Mathews is a lady of respectability and her word can be implicitly relied upon. You can use this statement in any way you may think proper. Yours truly, T. H. House, Grocer and General Provision Dealer, Burnt Oak Stores, Edgware."  • , . • •1