Runcorn Examiner. — 1893-02-11 (Runcorn, Cheshire, England)

LETTING THE SUN SOAK IN. "I am just standing here to let the sun soak in to me abit."  It was about two o'clock in the afternoon in London. For two weeks or more the weather had been rainy and  cold. Not a glimpse of the sun by day or of a star by night. Just dulness, dampness, and chillness everywhere. People were feeling cross as hungry dogs. It was a time for suicide and rheumatism, and there was plenty of both. Yet Heaven pitied us at length, and at noon of the  fifteenth day the clouds were swept away like dust by a new broom, and the sun came out warm and bright. How we all blessed him, and tried to lift ourselves up to meet him halfway. You can fancy it. Then it was that I asked the young clerk what he was doing out on the pavement in business hours, and he answered in the words which begin this article. Small blame to him, for what is business to a baptism of sunshine? Why, nothing, to be sure. Now, if you will be good enough to read what Mr. Hodgson says, I'll tell you what he and the clerk were alike in. First, though,we will let our friend from Leeds have the floor for three minutes. He says : [Copy.]  "I, George Hodgson, of 17, Fraser Street, Stoney Rock, Lane, Leeds, do solemnly and sincerely declare as follows :  "For over twenty years I suffered from a bad stomach and indigestion. I always felt tired and languid, and had a strange uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. I had a foul taste in the mouth,particularly in the morning. My appetite was poor, and after every meal I had great pain at the chest and sides. I was much troubled with sick headache, and I had often pain and weight at my forehead. A hacking cough troubled me during the night and on rising in the morning, and I spat up a deal of thick phlegm. As time went on I became pale and emaciated, and got weak and nervous, and for twenty years I never felt well. I struggled on with my work as best I could, but felt so exhausted that I had to lie down during my dinner hour, and also when I reached home at night. li-sits always in pain, and what my sufferings were during these long years, no words can express. I took all kinds of medicines I could hear tell of, and was under three doctors, but no medicine that I took gave me more than temporary relief. At last I became weary of taking physic, and quite thought my ailment was incurable. In February 1888 I got very low and weak, for, added to my old standing complaint I was in such a state with piles that I could neither sit nor lie down. The pain was almost more than I could bear. It was like a knife cutting me open, and perspiration would fairly run off me, so severe were my sufferings. For six months I went on in this way, getting weaker and weaker, and I thought I was going to die. Just at this time I took up a book that was left at my house, and I read of a case like mine having been cured by a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I got abo ttle from the Co-operative Stores, Bu rmantats, and commenced taking it. After three or four doses of the Syrup! found my food digested better and I had less pain, and by continuing with the medicine I gradually gained strength.. By-and-by, as if by magic, all the pain from the piles left me, and indigestion troubled me no more. I have never ailed anything since, although three years have elapsed, and I never felt so well in all my life as Ido now. Seigel's Syrup has made a new man cf me. I wish others to know what the medicine has done for me, and I gave full permission to the proprietors of it to make what use they like of this statement, in the hope that other sufferers may be benefited. lam a tailor's presser, and have been in the employ of a wholesale clothier in Quebec Street, Leeds, for over eight years. I will gladly answer any. inquiries. "And I make this solemn declaration conscientiously believing the same to be true, by virtue of the provisions of the Statutory Declaration Act, 113.35 (Will. IV., c. 62). "(Signed)