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THE BABY ON THE BATTLE-FIELD.

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THE BABY ON THE BATTLE-FIELD. On the night after the battle of Waterloo, in the blood-stained mire of a ploughed field, by an English officer, dead where he fell. At his side lay the body of his wife, who had followed him from England, and perhaps arrived in time to receive his last sigh. On his breast was their baby, sound asleep, and smiling amid that dread- ful scene as though angels were inspiring its dreams. Ah, God, what a thing is childhood! touching heaven in its innocence and earth in its agony. While we have the children how large the places they fill! When we lose them how great the vacancies they leave! Kead the story of an escape, as told by a parent. My daughter, Lillian Kate, now eleven years old, had always been delicate. She was pale and thin, and it seemed as though a breath of cold air would destroy her. She was now better, now worse, but never well. In the summer of ISS.">, she complained of a sense of weight in the chest and side. Her abdomen was distended as though she had over- eaten, when in fact she ate scarcely more than a bird. She spoke of a bad taste in the mouth, and would always be holding her sides, or placing her hands against her temples, as if to relieve the pressure there. She also had pains between the shoulders, and her breath was very offensive. She was always tired and languid, and, though naturally a bright, intelligent child, would lie for hours in a listless conditfon. She grew weaker and weaker until she could scarcely stand. We thought her to be in a decline. Then came a sign even more alarming— a short, dry, deep-aounding-cough. My wife and I feared it was consumption. In our anxiety we consulted the doctors, who said, "Yes, your daughter has consumption." What a sad prospect for us About Christmas, 1885, I removed my family from Huntingdon to Manchester. Poor Lillian was too weak to take the journey with us; she remained with her grandmother, Mrs Lock, at Thorp Farm, West Harling, Norfolk. Still the dear child sank from week to week. What was our surprise, some time afterwards, to receive a letter from Grand- mother Lock, reading like this: Lilliiu is very much better. She is eating well and sleeping well, and the roses are coming into her thin cheeks." What conld have happened? In another month we had the happiness of welcoming our daughter in our new home in Manchester. How great was our joy when we saw the wonderful change which had taken place in her. She is now a fine, healthy child, and never ails anything more than any girl may. Now, what wrought this change? What gave us back our daughter, seemingly almost from the brink of the grave ? I will answer frankly, for there is nothing to conceal :—Seeing her deplor- able state, and that none of the medicines she had taken proved appropriate to her strange malady, Mrs Lock one day said to herself, "I think I will give Lillian a dose out of my bottle of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup." She (Mrs Lock) had received immense benefit from this mcdicine her- self for a complicated disease. It was given to Lillian, and the good effect was immediate. She at once rested more tranquilly and bad something of an appetite, and a little later Mrs Lock was justi- fied in writing to us as I have already stated. (Signed) Frederick Butcher, 6, Birch road. Crump- sall, near Manchester. Mr and Mrs Butcher are people of the highest respectability and well educated. For some years Mr Butcher was all assistant at the great shop of the Messrs Lewis, Market-street, Manchester, and an impartial acquaintance writes that Miss Lillian Kate Butcher is one of the brightest young girls to be met with anywhere—quick, precocious, and full of vivacity aud wit. Speaking of the daughter's recovsry, her mother says: "I do not care what any one may say, there is no mcdicine so good as Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. Many years ago I lost my poor darling Hilda, who was taken off suddenly with an aifcction of the brain, and I really think if we had given her Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, instead of trusting to something else, she would have been spared to us." The proprietors of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup desire to make no false impressions. The young girl did not have consumption — She suf- fered from indigestion and dyspepsia, and from poverty of the blood, like myriads of her sex. The hollow cough, which sounded so consumptive, was one of the symptoms, not the disease. She needed life and strength from her food, but how could she get it with her stomach torpid and dead? Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup corrected the ailment. at. its root, and recovery quickly followed. We repeat once more the fact that is taught by this interest- ing case :—When in doubt treat any and all com- plaints as symptoms of indigestion and dyspepsia, and in nine instances out of ten you will see just such a wonder as narrated above. We wish long life and happy days to this young lady and her good parents and friends.

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