One of the "Four Hundred.” 
[The following thrilling and awful statement was discovered 
among the papers of a man, apparently about thirty-five years 
of age, who was recently found dead in a squalid East Side lodg- 
ing house in New York. The remains were removed to the 
Morgue, where they lay for some time unidentified, and were 
then given to the medical students for dissection.] 
I am a New Englander by birth, and the last of my 
family. We were poor and proud. After the death of my 
dear mother I sold the old homestead and went West. 
That is fourteen years ago. I was considered handsome 
then, and am good looking still, although I now have that 
ghastly skin tint which notifies me that Time is about to 
foreclose his Mortgage on my life. The swells call this 
tint the “ Society Complexion,” and right they are, for all 
the men of the Four Hundred get it before they are thirty, 
and it commonly means death inside of ten years. But let 
me stick to my story. 
I was well educated and physically better developed than 
most Yankee boys. I had a strain of Spanish blood in my 
veins, which may account for my broad, low forehead, black 
eyes and hair, and small, finely shaped hands and feet. I 
write this, not through vanity, but because these facts are 
important. Otherwise I doubt if I should ever have 
danced at the Patriarchs’ Ball or made my way into the 
most exclusive circles of New York society. The leading 
dames said I had the “grand manner,” for which I am 
further indebted to my Castilian progenitors. In society it 
is not necessary to possess intellect or learning, but heels, 
toes and talk are indispensable. 
When I arrived in New York, after eight years among 
the mines, I had splendid health, high spirits, a desire to 
see life, and $500,000 in cash and securities. Yet I was 
no mere money grubber. Money is power. It buys every- 
thing short of Heaven, and some people think it will even 
insure them special consideration in the New Jerusalem. 
With my half million—which is only genteel poverty in 
Gotham—I meant to lay the foundation of 1 
But alas ! Instead of that I broke my nest egg, I ate up 
my seed corn ; but what’s the use of regrets ? One can’t 
eat his cake and have it. I went in for fashion. 
I got into Society (with a big S) through a young fellow 
whom I will call Ralph Ten Broeck, although that isn’t 
his name. He is living yet, and as he isn’t a bad sort, I 
won’t advertise him. Ralph revolved in the social whirl- 
pool ; he was one of the jeunesse done, a “ gilded youth,” 
not yet knocked out, but with the gilding worn off in spots. 
His family was one of the original Knickerbockers—most 
of them dead now, and the rest too poor to make a show. 
But they are “ the quality ” all the same. 
Well, let’s get on. One day, when our acquaintance 
was still in its infancy Ralph found himself short, and 
would I lend him five hundred dollars till he could make a 
turn ? I would and did. Why ? Because he had fasci- 
nated me. He belonged to a world I had never seen ; he 
spoke familiarly of persons and things I had merely heard of; he was scented with the flowers that bloom only by 
the fountains in the Social Paradise. 
The Serpent bit me, as he bit Lady Eve, She wanted 
to get into society, and was introduced by that great society 
leader—the devil. I was put through by the same expe- 
rienced pilot, under the same old conditions. As he (not 
the devil, but Ralph) pocketed my check he assured me I 
was cut out and made up for a society man ; broad shoul- 
dered, handsome, graceful, dashing, with a fund of brilliant 
small talk and a gold mine (so he fancied) to draw on for 
money, no -wife, no encumbrances—why, what in Pleaven’s 
name? &c., &c. 
That night we lunched, or supped, at Delmonico’s. As 
we did justice to the luxurious bill of fare Ralph pointed 
out some of the society people who were present, and 
described the oddities of their appetites. 
“Yonder in that corner,” he said, “ you see Jack Von 
Bellow, the stuffed prophet of the Spring Lambs Club ; he 
never eats anything at night but quail. The fellow with 
the tall blonde is Arthur Delafield, a howling swell; he 
belongs to the advance guard of the smart set, and his 
favorite dish is stewed snails. Another society man drops 
in here two nights a week to eat—what do you think? 
Corned beef and cabbage, by all that’s holy, and he washes 
it down with a pint of champagne. He’s getting the society 
complexion, you see, like the rest of us. Right behind us 
sits Clarence Carter, who in November starts in with tur- 
keys’ wings breaded. There is Fred. Gothard, too ; he 
comes in here about midnight, and always orders an omelet 
with truffles, and often brings a man with him who won’t 
eat anything but frogs’ legs. A._d so they go, chacun a son 
gout, you know, nty dear boy.” 
“ Isn’t it here they mix the colors that make up the soci- 
ety complexion ?” I asked Ralph. 
“Yes,” he replied, “at this paintshop and at others 
like it. You can see what it is for yourself. There is a 
groundwork of j’ellow. variegated with red or blue, more 
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or less in this face or that, but always recognizable ; some- 
times it is a hue like bronze or old gold, and commonly a 
certain puffiness under the eyes goes with it, like a chromo 
with a subscription to a church weekly. But it’s a beastly 
bad sign all the same. Poor boys! they’re doomed. Most 
society men die off that way. The amount of it is, the 
Four Hundred are a fast crowd. Take ’em as they aver- 
age, they’re the biggest fools on earth. With all the means 
for living long and well, they eat, drink and dance them- 
selves to death, and set other noodles to doing it all over the 
country. If it weren’t for recruits like you to keep up the 
number, the Four Hundred would soon vanish like Indians 
and organ grinders. And a good job, too, even if Ido say 
it—being one of ’em,” added Ralph with a sigh and a sip 
of champagne. 
Yet Tenßroeck’s dismal prognosis of Bright’s disease 
did not cool by a single degree my own ambition to become 
a man of fashion. A few days later my friend introduced 4 
me to the famous manager of the Four Hundred. I soon 
perceived that Ralph had previously filled him full of high 
notions about me and my wealth. That was enough for 
him. Let him understand that a man has “ buth ” and 
bullion, and he asks no more. The gates of “ sassiety” 
swing wide open. An “ old Colonial family ” is always 
good enough for him, even if its founder may have been an 
English convict. This was not true in my case, but it has 
been more than suspected in one or two others. This man 
is neither a nob nor a swell; he is a sort of ’arf an’ ’arf, 
composed in equal parts of snob and cad. He mixes in 
society without properly belonging to it. Heishalf its servant 
and half its master ; servant because he profits by his ser- 
vices, master because society imperatively needs somebody 
with just brains enough to get up balls and routs, and with 
humility enough not to mind the snubs and kicks he may 
receive in the operation. The Four Hundred want to 
shoot Time on the wing, and this individual makes a sweet 
thing out of furnishing the ammunition and loading the 
guns. Yet he’s a good fellow to be on the right side of, 
exactly as the porter of a Pullman car is on a crowded train, 
though his tips are heavier. 
In my second season I gave a dinner at Delmonico’s to 
the young Earl of Eareacres, with whom I had attended 
several dogfights the previous summer in England, as well 
as other less reputable entertainments, all under the 
patronage of the British Aristocracy. In order that nothing 
might be omitted to make this dinner the gustatory Event 
of the Season, I gave Delmonico carte blanche as to the 
expense. The result was a banquet that will linger long 
among the traditions of society. 
I will attempt only a brief outline description:—There 
were one hundred guests in the large room that overlooks 
Fifth avenue. The table occupied the whole length and 
breadth of the room, merely leaving a passage for the 
waiters to pass around it. Every inch of the table was 
covered with flowers, except a space in the centre devoted 5 
to an artificial lake, and a border for the plates. This lake 
was indeed a striking and original conception. It was an 
oval pond thirty feet long by nearly the width of the table, 
enclosed by a delicate net work of gold wire reaching to 
the ceiling, making one grand gold cage over the water. 
In this lake were four superb swans procured especially for 
this occasion. To prevent the swans from splashing water 
on the table, the lake was surrounded by high banks com- 
posed of the choicest and most costly varieties of flowers. 
The whole table was a landscape. There were hills and 
dales; modest violets carpeting the valleys and bolder 
flowers and vines climbing up and covering the tops of the 
mimic mountains. All around the enclosure, and in fact 
above the entire table, were suspended elegant golden cages 
of singing birds of every kind and country. The melodies 
of these gay songsters rang on the air and mingled with 
the splashing waters of the lake as the stately and graceful 
swans sported about. The surface of tfes 6 
like Fairyland, and when you think of it as lined on either 
hand by fair women and elegantly dressed men, the ladies 
flashing with priceless diamonds, rubies and emeralds,, all 
talking, laughing and making merry, you have some faint 
idea of the picture. 
The feast was one that the immortal gods might have 
felt it an honor to sit down to. Perfection was attained; 
man could do no more. “Blue Seal,” Johannisberg 
and other costly wines flowed like water. A select orches- 
tra of the finest performers in the city, on a balcony, con- 
cealed by a screen of Marshal Neil roses, played ravishing 
music, and miniature fountains threw into the air jets of in- 
toxicating perfume. It was a night of triumph for me. I 
had as my guests the cream of the Four Hundred, repre- 
senting uncounted millions of money. On my right sat the 
Earl of Bareacres, the guest of the evening, and on my 
left a beautiful girl, the leading debutante of the season. 
A dance followed, which broke up only when the cold, 
ghostly dawn dimmed the gas ; much, I fancy, as the im- 
partial and pitiless light of judgment will, in some terrific 
future, show the paint on our idols’ cheeks and the nasty 
cracks in their noses. 
But, carpt diem; we didn’t think of that then. Lobster, 
terrapin and Madeira are rough on the digestion and worse 
on the pure spirit of prophecy. “To bed, to bed,” as 
Mrs. Macbeth very properly observed after an exciting 
evening. 
It was a whirl of frivolity—the madness of extrava- 
gance and ostentation; and when the bills were paid I was 
just $25,000 poorer than when I gave the order. You say 
I was an ass, an idiot, that such things are an outrage and 
a crime. So they are, but New York “ Society ” enjoys 
them to the top of its bent. But to-day, as I write these 
lines, being now poor, friendless and sick, I wonder how 
many people starved in New York alone to furnish the 
material for that single demonstration. 
“ Well, you Americans do set the pace,” said the Earl to me a day or two later. “ Where do you expect to fetch 
up?” 
I had been suffering from an infernal attack of bilious 
headache ever since the dinner, and for once gave an an* 
swer more true than polite: “We’ll fetch up in hell, my 
dear fellow; but this is innocent amusement as ‘Society’ 
understands it. Vive le Four Hundred ! ” 
This is a sample of my career for five years. Balls, 
routs, parties, weddings, dinners, &c., till you couldn’t 
rest. My summers I spent on the wing, but chiefly in 
Newport, where we kept the fun going. My drag and 
team was stylish as any on Bellevue avenue, and my steam 
yacht was a beauty—she cost $60,000. 
But all the time my little fortune was melting like an 
April snow bank. The men who drank my wine and ate 
my canvas backs did not hesitate to take the meanest ad- 
vantage of me in Wall street. Managing mammas had 
thrown their marriageable daughters at my head when they 8 
thought they saw millions in me, but I had seen too much of 
fashionable girls to hanker after one for a wife. Besides, 
I knew I was on the verge of ruin. Scandals and gossip 
were like fog in the air. In society nobody trusts any- 
body, and the aboriginal savage gluts his thirst for blood 
under the thin veneer of what (Oh, don’t laugh !) is called 
“ Christian Civilization." 
Still, the reporters don’t get hold of much of the nauseous 
mess, and society laughs, curses, dances, wastes money, 
lies, patronizes the poor, and goes to Church on Sunaays— 
especially during the Easter holidays, after the spring 
openings in dry goods and French millinery. 
Since I wrote the above lines I have read Mr. Ward 
McAllister’s book, “ Society as I Have Found It. ” I have 
no patience to characterize this insufferable trash as it de- 
serves. I merely want to make a single quotation. 
In chapter XVIII., the Leader and Lawgiver of the 
Four Hundred says: ‘ll would now make some suggestions 
as to the proper way of introducing a young girl into New 
York society, particularly if she is not well supported by an 
old family connection. ” 
Instancing a case in which he himself was the operator 
McAllister continues ; “ The girl being a beauty all the rest 
was easy enough. I gave her theatre party after theatre 
party, followed by charming little suppers ; asked to them 
Hhejeunesse doree* of the day ; took her repeatedly to the 
opera, and saw that she was there always surrounded by 
admirers; incessantly talked of her fascinations ; assured 
my young friends that she was endowed with a fortune 
equal to the mines of Ophir, and that she danced like 
a dream. I showed her whom to smile upon and upon 
whom to frown; I severely criticised her toilet until it 
became perfect; I daily met her on the Avenue with the 
most charming man in town, who, by one pretext or 
another, I turned over to her. I advised her parents 
that she should have her first season at Bar Harbor, where 
* Idle young men about town. 9 
she could learn io Jlirt to her heart's content, and vie with 
the other girls. ” 
This most amazing bit of history, remember, was written 
about society, and for the perusal of society and the rest of 
mankind, by a man who is an acknowledged leader and 
authority. I know from observation that he states no more 
than the cold and simple truth. I don’t know whether any 
harm came to the girl or not, but if she escaped it was 
through the intervention of the same Power which saves a 
sleeping baby from the rattlesnake under its pillow, and 
delivered Daniel from the lions on the plains of Babylon. 
Many a father, ignorant of' the ways of society, had the girl 
been his daughter, would have shot her enterprising man- 
ager; but in this case the father not only refrained from 
violence, but paid all the bills. Yet men will agree that 
the peculiar brand of genius displayed by the author of 
“ Society as I Have Found It,” would be best appreciated 
nd rewarded by the Sultan of Turkev, 10 
I have written all I care to, yet not one thousandth part 
of what ought to be told. But lam too sick and weak to 
do more. My disease is fast progressing to a fatal termina- 
tion. lam a dying man, with only a few dollars left, 
alone in cheap lodgings, under an assumed name. My 
“ friends ” vanished with my money, of course. But don’t 
misunderstand me—l want no pity ; I deserve none, I 
sold myself, and the devil is entitled to the fulfillment of 
the contract. I shan’t wince or kick. I joined the Four 
Hundred a sober and an honest man; I die out of that social 
circle an habitual drinker, and an adept in its follies, frauds 
and vices. 
In society there is little that is admirable—nothing sin- 
cere. It is the entrance hall to perdition, with the smell 
of brimstone smothered by the sickening breath of hot 
house flowers. It is the inspiration of financial theft, 
treachery, breaches of trust and defalcations. It is a 
dancing floor laid above heaps of dead men, lost women, 
and scorched reputations. Its associations and outcome 
are all bad and that continually. The spirit of every 
social carouse is the spirit of sex. Take that away and 
there is nothing left. Men don’t dance with men, nor 
women with women. Fashionable people do not read, 
they can’t converse intelligently; they can simply dance, 
chatter, eat and drink. 
In case this manuscript ever comes to be read, some 
may think my censures of society are too severe. On 
this point I have but one explanation to make: In 
all I have said I mean to be understood as referring to the 
“ smart ” or “ fast ” set who constitute the active element. 
There is a solid or conservative class ; families who give 
balls or dinners very seldom, and avoid the heat and rush 
of social life. They are secure in their position, substan- 
tial and respected. They can keep “ society” at bay for 
years or whistle it to their feet any day. Observers can 
make the discrimination. Human nature is always the 
same ; there are f-rsonally nice and kindly people among 11 
the Four Hundred, but that fact in no way abates the dis- 
astrous result of their combined influence. 
Therefore I, still a young man, about to go to a pauper’s 
grave through the influence of “ society” on me, in these, 
the last words I shall ever write, denounce it as a nuisance 
to New York and to our country. Here in my miserable 
room, perishing of a disease brought on me by social dissi- 
pation and luxurious living, which regarded not the laws of 
God or of nature, I denounce this silly and damaging 
social system ; I denounce it to a time when the great for- 
tunes on which * ‘ society ” is based shall be scattered, and 
Americans shall have become wise enough to worship some 
worthier gods than their own images in a pier glass. 
Whereto I set my name while I have still strength to do 
it. One from four hundred leaves three-hundred-and- 
ninety-nine. 
HENRY C. SPAULDING. 
Nov. 13, ißgo. 12 
THE SOCIETY COMPLEXION. 
The “ Society complexion,” to which this poor fellow 
alludes, is the effect of bile in the blood and tissues. The 
cause is indigestion, dyspepsia, and sluggish liver. The 
most dangerous of the bile acids is uric acid, which is the 
immediate cause of Bright’s disease of the kidneys, of 
which men die by multitudes. No mere treatment of the 
kidneys avails to mitigate or cure this scourge. The only 
remedy is to prevent the formation of more acid by cor- 
recting the stomach and stimulating the action of the 
liver; thus relieving the overworked kidneys and expelling 
the poison from the blood. 
But it is not fashion ~jle people alone who have this 
terrible hue of the ski.*—terrible, not for its looks, but for 
what it indicates. It is seen in all classes ;on every side. 
Indigestion and dyspepsia kill more people than war, 
pestilence, or famine ever did. The disease may result 
from overeating, as in the case of the Four Hundred, or it 
may arise with equal certainty from bad and insufficient 
food. Emotion, worry, fret, anxiety, exposure, irregu- 
larity in taking meals, too much drinking, late hours, not 
enough sleep, over-work, lack of exercise, dissipation, all 
tend to produce indigestion and dyspepsia ; and this brings 
on rheumatism, gout, liver complaint, and a score of other 
ailments foolishly supposed by many to be separate and 
distinct. 
Dr. A. E. Bridger, of London, England, one of the 
highest authorities, says: “Gout, rheumatism, Bright's 
disease, and diabetes, are all merely forms of dyspepsia; 
while consumption, rickets, scrofula, melancholia, and 
even many of die specific fevers, are related to the same 
disease—indigestion and dyspepsia.” 
We have only to add that the preparation known all 
over Europe, India, Australia, and America—Shaker 
Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup)—has a record for the relief 
and cure of dyspepsia not approached by that of any other 
remedy or mode of treatment. No matter what ailment 
you suffer from, it is always wisdom to purify the blood, 
and this can be done only through the stomach and organs 
of digestion. 
We submit the personal statements printed in the follow- 
ing pages and vouch for their truth. Read them, and act 
upon the impression they make upon your mind. 
A Diseases of the Liver.—We talk a great deal 
about the liver and its complaints, but not one person in a 13 
hundred has any idea of what it is like, or what it is for. 
The liver is the largest organ in the body, and it does half- 
a-dozen different kinds of work. All the food that goes to 
the body must first pass through the liver. Don’t forget 
that it is the only door, and when it gets clogged up the 
other organs behind it are like men in a coal mine when 
the only shaft is filled so that nothing can be sent to them. 
They must starve unless the road is soon opened. Then, 
also, the liver takes the bile from the blood and sends it to 
the bowels to help them digest the food. If it fails in this, 
a bad fit of constipation takes place at once. Besides these 
things, the liver gives out all the heat there is in the body. 
It is a scuttle full of coal in front of a stove. So you see 
that when the liver gets out of order, there is going to be 
serious trouble right away, and here are some of the symp- 
toms by which you may know it: 
The hands and feet are cold, because the blood circulates 
slowly; the person feels sleepy, because there is not blood 
enough in his brain; he is giddy sometimes, and things 
seem to whirl around him; he suffers from ringing in the, 
ears, loss of appetite, sick headache and heartburn. There 
are dull pains in his side, especially on the right side, in 14 
front, low down, where the liver is located. There are 
spots before his eyes that seem to float in the air; his tongue 
is coated; his bowels are costive (we have told you why); he 
sometimes has a dry cough, and fears he has lung trouble; 
his urine is high-colored, and the eyes and skin have a 
greenish-yellow look, which is the bile in the blood, all out 
of its place. The end of this, unless corrected, is sure to 
be a dangerous fever, with possibly other organic ailments 
with it. The man who trifles with this state of his health 
may easily go to his grave for his foolishness. 
Indigestion and dyspepsia are at the bottom of all the 
mischief. The liver has broken down because it is over- 
worked. It is on strike for the time being. The sufferer 
should resort to Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) 
without loss of time. It will remove the cause of the stop- 
page, and set 'the machine once more in motion. Tfie dose 
should be from 10 to 20 drops or more three times a day, 
instantly after eating, according to the age of the patient 
and the severity of the attack. 
WHERE DO GHOSTS COME FROM? 
Do you believe in ghosts ? Perhaps you laugh at the 
idea—a fearless man like you. Yet, if you must visit a 
graveyard you prefer doing so in the daytime. Why ? Be- 
cause you can see better ? Is that the reason ? Stuff ! No. 
It is because you are afraid of the dead and of darkness. 
Almost everybody is. Yet, in sunshine, or in company, we 
boast of our courage. We are persons “ with no nonsense 
4sJb»ut us.” At least so we say. 
I knew' a man who, when young, was so terrified by a 
.ghost that he didn’t get over it for fifty years. He was no 
coward or milksop either, but one of the bravest officers in 
the army. When he got to be an old man of eighty-two he 
Spdke of that experience in these words : “ For ten minutes 
I suffered such terror that from that hour to this a sort of 
dread has rested on my soul. Unexpected noises 
SKAke me tremble all over, and objects which in the shades 
■of evening I cannot make out, fill me with a mad desire to 
escape. The fact is lam afraid of the night.” 
It is curious that this same expression, about being ifraid 
the night, should have been used by another man re- 
cently. His nerves, he says, were all upset. He couldn’t 
sleep. Pie just tossed and tumbled on his bed. He hadn’t 
committed murder, and w'asn’t haunted by a spirit from 
beyond the tomb. Yet life didn’t seem to him worth the 15 
firice of it. Half a dozen times lie made up his mind to 
eap out of it and take his chances. Lots of people get as 
far as that every day, and their friends never suspect it. 
It’s all wrong, of course, but you can’t wonder. For what 
is mere living when you get no comfort or pleasure out of 
it ? 
Well, this man goes on to say that his head often ached 
as though it would split open, and pains chased one another 
through his body. His skin was yellow as an old parch- 
ment, his appetite gone, and any little excitement would 
set his heart beating like a clock when you take the ball off 
the pendulum. One must eat to live, yet every time this 
man ate he was punished for it as though eating were a 
crime. His stomach received \vhat he swallowed, of course, 
but that was all; it refused to digest it. Hence the poor 
fellow got to be like a sepulchre, with his bread and meat 
dead and rotten inside of him. The poisonous acids and 
gases which arose from this mass of corruption came up 
into his throat and sickened him ; then went into his blood 
and started local distresses and maladies in every weak spot 
in his system. 
It was the effect of this upon the nerves that made our 
friend “afraid of the night,” The cold hands and feet, 16 
the sense of fatigue, the depression of spirits, the bad taste 
in the mouth, the dry cough, the chills, weakness and giddi- 
ness, all these, and others we cannot now name, are signs 
and consequences of one cause, and one only—indigestion 
and dyspepsia. Nothing else on earth is so ruinous to body 
and mind; nothing else makes people see so many ghosts. 
Phantoms and mysterious voices are but echoes of what is 
in our own minds. Healthy people see only things that 
are natural, and when night comes they go to sleep in it. 
The man alluded to is Mr. John Hodson, of Hunting- 
donshire, England. In a recent letter he says: “After 
years of suffering I was completely cured of my complaint 
(indigestion and dyspepsia) by Shaker Extract of Roots 
(Seigel’s Syrup). lam now robust and strong and my friends 
regard me almost as one risen from the dead.” 
SYMPTOMS OF DYSPEPSIA. 
Distress after eating, with heaviness and deadness of the 
stomach; pains in the head, chest, sides and back; bad 
taste in the mouth, and the rising of an acid saliva or an 
offensive gas from the stomach; dizziness, as though you 
were going to fall; costiveness and irregularity of the 
bowels ; yellow color of the eyes and skin ; cold hands and 
feet; palpitation and heartburn ; variable appetite, some- 
times hunger and then a loathing of the very thought of 
food; sick headaches ; ringing in the ears; spots before 
the eyes; flashes of heat across the body ; difficulty of 
passing urine, which is often of a high color and leaves a 
sediment on standing ; trouble of mind and vague anxieties 
and fears for the future without obvious reason ; restless- 
ness ; poor and broken sleep; unpleasant or terrible 
dreams ; loss of ambition and dislike for labor; a tired 
and weary feeling that is not relieved by rest; dry and 
scurfy skin ; aching of the arms and legs, and soreness of 
the muscles. 
Sick Headache,—This distressing but not danger- 
ous ailment, is commonly the result of indigestion. You 
can prevent it by taking a dose of Shaker Extract of Roots 
(Seigel’s Syrup) once every few days, immediately after a 
meal. Persons subject to sick headache should take the syrup 
whenever they feel any signs of costiveness- The Howels.—The bowels are a tube or pipe about 
25 feet long leading from the stomach to the final outlet of 
the body. All the useless matter, after digestion, that can 
be carried off in a solid form passes away through this tube. 
It is, of course, coiled up something like the “ worm ” in a 
distillery. This tube is lubricated or oiled by the bile from 
the liver. If the liver does not supply enough bile the 
bowels become costive and irregular, and the membrane 
which lines them becomes irritated. Nature tries to break 
through this blockade by main force, and this causes pain, 
flatulency and diarrhoea. If not soon relieved an inflam- 
mation sets in which is always dangerous and often fatal. 
A few days’ faithful treatment with Shaker Extract of Roots 
(Seigel’s Syrup) will clear out this important passage-way and 
restore a healthy condition. 
WHO WANTS THIS GOLD RING? 
For nearly 100 years a certain family of working people 
living in Paris have ended their lives by suicide. From 
father to son, from mother to daughter, has descended a 
plain gold ring, and on the finger of every one of these 
suicides, as they lay in death, this ring has been found. 18 
Only last year the body of a young man who had killed 
himself was brought to the Morgue, and on his finger was 
the fatal golden circlet. He was the last' of his race. The 
ring was buried with the corpse, from which no one ac- 
quainted with its history will have the courage to remove 
it. The mental taint in this family came from some remote 
ancestor, and was intensified by their recognition of it until 
it became a controlling force ; and the ring was accepted 
as imposing upon its possessor the obligation to commit 
suicide, after the example of the person who last wore it. 
This form of mania usually originates in a disorder of the 
nervous system, which in its turn arises from anaemia, or 
poverty of the blood, one of the results of imperfect nutri- 
tion. 
A recent letter from a gentleman living in Norfolk con- 
tains the following assertion : “ / longed for death j I was 
afraid of the night; I was afraid to be alone, yet I hated 
society. I was afraid that in some one of those hours of 
deep gloom and depression I should lift my hand against my 
own life, for I knew that many had done so from the same 
cause." The dark hours became a time of terror to him, 
so he says. He tossed and tumbled on his bed, wondering 
if morning would ever dawn again. In this case it was 
not an accusing conscience, as he had committed no offence; 
the cause was purely a physical one—yet all too common 
in this country—indigestion and dyspepsia, with the long 
chain of consequences dragging after it, nervous collapse 
among them. 
He relates that his skin and eyes had been more or less 
discolored for years, often of a ghastly and repulsive yel- 
low. This was due to the presence of bile in the blood 
and tissues, where it had no business to be. But as the 
weak and torpid liver could not remove it, no other result 
was possible than the one our friend experienced. His 
head frequently ached as though fiends had turned it into 
a workshop, and pains chased one another through his body 
as though he had at least half the maladies catalogued in 
the popular books on disease. 
Yet one thing, and one only, was responsible for all the 
mischief, namely, the poison introduced into the blood 
from the decaying food in the stomach and intestines. The 
cold feet, the loss of appetite and ambition, the mental 
despondency, the sense of weariness and fatigue, the bad 
taste in the mouth, dry cough, giddiness, palpitation, chills, 
weakness, &c.. are a brood of foul birds hatched in one 
nest, and the mother is always indigestion and dyspepsia. Time passed somehow, as it always does whether w® 
laugh or cry, and this man grew heartily tired of a life thw* 
burdened and spoiled. He longed to see the end of it, and 
no wonder. But the last page of his letter is pitched in s 
higher key. He says, ‘ ‘ When I think of what I was, and 
what lam now, I can hardly realize the change. For the 
past six months I have been using a preparation known as 
Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup), and it has actuailf 
revolutionized my whole system. One of my tenants recom- 
mended it to me, and I tried it just to please him. Now I 
praise it for myself, and thank the men who make and ad- 
vertise it. My troubles are over, and I feel (at 57) as light,, 
elastic, and gay as a boy on his summer vacation. I tell 
my doctors they are beaten at their own trade by an old 
German nurse, and so far as I am concerned they can’t 
deny it. I have no more horrible thoughts of self-destruc- 
tion, for I find too much enjoyment in living. My thank* 
are too deep for words.” 
Nervous Affections.—Everybody has heard of ail- 
ments by this name, but what the ailment really is, and 
what causes it, remains a mystery. Hence it is wrongly 20 
treated, and sufferers finally come to think it cannot be 
cured. A few plain words will throw light upon this dark 
subject. Nervous affections mean weakness or feebleness 
of the nerves. Now, the body is full of nerves—the brain 
being the centre. When the nerves are strong and healthy, 
we have no more sense of them than we have of our 
stomach when that is strong and sound. But when the 
nerves get out of order, we are notified of it by such symp- 
toms and feelings as these: Sleeplessness, excitement of 
mind, low spirits, irritability of temper, desire to avoid 
company, dislike of noise, great worry over little things, 
uneasy sensations shifting from one place to another 
through the body, a feeling of being tired and exhausted 
even when we have worked but little, groundless fears and 
anxieties about our children, about the future, and about a 
hundred other matters, and many transient pains we can- 
not account for. Now, what is the cause of this miserable 
state of the nerves ? Simply this: impure blood. The 
nerves are built up and fed by the blood, and when bad di- 
gestion has filled the blood with waste and poisonous mat- 
ters, like filth in a brook, the nerves are starved and trem- 
ble and break down. This is the whole truth about all so- 
called nervous diseases. They are a result and a symptom 
of indigestion and dyspepsia. 
What to do is the question. The answer is easy. Take 
a dose of Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) night after 
night for, perhaps, several days, or in bad cases, longer. 
But the effect will soon be felt. The Syrup will purify the 
blood, expel the poison, and improve the appetite. The 
food you then eat will strengthen and tone up the nerves, 
all bad symptoms will vanish like vapors in the sunshine, 
and the world will once more seem a good and happy place 
to live in. 
Skin Diseases.—All these are caused by impure 
blood. Pimples on the face, rashes, festers, salt rheum, 
boils, ulcers, carbuncles, and even tumors and cancers, all 
arise from poison in the blood. Scabs in the hair, sore eyes, 
flesh worms, blackheads, running from the ears, etc., be- 
long to the same family, and can be cured only by cleansing 
the blood. What unsightly things they are! and how 
eagerly we all—especially the ladies—desire to get rid of 
them ! We may safely promise those who persevere for a 
time in the use of Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) 
that they shall be gratified with a clean, clear skin. Mother 21 
Seigel’s own skin was perfectly so, and she attributed its 
elasticity and whiteness to the use of her own great medi- 
cine ; and when persons take their own prescriptions they 
must believe in them. 
“THEY DROPPED OFF—POISONED.” 
Thirza Daniels, of Wrafton, near Barnstaple, do 
solemnly and sincerely declare as follows ; 
“ I was always a strong, healthy woman up to the early 
part of 1879, when I began to be troubled with my liver 
and stomach. In July of that year I took a chill from sit- 
ting on some wet grass, and this brought on sciatica and 
rheumatism. I had dreadful pain in my hips and legs ; 
it was like knives cutting through me. My appetite left 
me, and what little I did eat gave me great pain in the 
stomach and chest. I had a bad taste in the mouth and 
pains in the sides and between the shoulders. Finally I 
got so weak I had to bring home my eldest daughter from 
service to look after the honee and my four children. For 
several months I went on in this way. At first I doctored 
myself, rubbing my joints with a rubbing bottle and poul- 
ticing. Then I sent for the doctor and he said my blood 
was poisoned. He blistered me and gave me medicine. I 
was under his care for five months, but I got weaker all 
the time and went thin as a skeleton. The pain whilst in 
bed was very severe. I could scarcely bear it; and I 
turned and turned, but could not find an easy place. Some- 
times I was lifted to the floor and lay there to see if any 
ease could be got. I became so bad I sent for a doctor 
from Braunton, but as I got no better, my husband got a 
recommendation from the late Colonel Harding, of Upcott, 
and I attended at the dispensary at Barnstaple four 
months, and then went as an indoor patient in the Barn- 
staple Infirmary, and was treated by two doctors. They 
agreed it was blood poisoning, and talked of performixfg 
an operation on my thigh, but concluded not to do it, say- 
ing 1 was too weak. They blistered me again, and no re- 
lief from this, they applied leeches, but as fast as the 
leeches were put on they dropped off, poisoned by my 
blood. I was so low-spirited in the hospital that I,felt if 
I did not get home I should die soon, so they made ar- 
rangements to take me away. When I got in the open air 
my senses left me, and they thought I was dying. After 
reaching home I was in great agony and sent my husband 
for our doctor. He said he would come, but it was of no 22 
use, as he could do no more than he had done. I lay for 
weeks, and was so bad that when people spoke to me I had 
aot the strength to reply. At this time my nephew, 
Robert Daniels, of Pontypridd, sent us word to try Shaker 
Extract of Roots (Seigel s Syrup) as it had worked wonderful 
cures in the district where he lived. So my husband went to 
Mr. Farley’s, the grocer, High street, Barnstaple, and bought 
a bottle. Before I had taken all of that bottle I could eat, 
and my food seemed to do me good. By degrees I got 
stronger and stronger, and after taking fourteen bottles I 
was strong and healthy *My flesh came on and all pain 
left my thigh and legs, and I have never ailed anything to 
speak of since. I thank God for making Shaker Extract of 
Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) known to me. I owe my life to it, and 
1 wish others to know what I say. I consider it the Lord’s 
doing, and I will be glad to 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, 1835 (5 and 6 William IV., 
c. 62). 
“(Signed) “ Thirza Daniels. 
“ Declared before me, at the Guildhall at) 
Barnstaple, in the County of Devon, by 
the said Thirza Daniels, on Tuesday, the 
2lst day of October, 1890. ► [SEAL.] 
1 “(Signed) Rd, Ashton, 
1 "Deputy Mayor of the Borough of Barn- 
staple.” 
Female Diseases.—Women in particular stand in 
need of some such remedy as this. Even more than men they 
are liable to illness. The confinement, the worry and the 
labor of housekeeping, and the care of a home and a family, 
tend to break them down. Men may earn most of the 
money, but it is upon the wives and mothers that the real 
responsibility falls ; and when they are not able to look 
after affairs, what becomes of the house ? What indeed ? 
We may well ask that. 
Well, there is a host of women in this land who can bear 
witness to what Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) has 
done for them and their sex. It has given health and spirits 
to many a poor, desponding mother, wife, or daughter. It 
has found them with hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, and 
sallow faces, all of which are signs of some trouble or weak- 
ness—probably of the organs of generation—and in the course of a few weeks the dark circles under the eyes have 
disappeared, and bright looks returned with health and 
strength. 
During pregnancy, the Syrup should be taken in 10 or 
15 drop doses, three times a day, instantly after eating. If 
the bowels should be very costive, an occasional dose of 
Shaker Family Pills (say once a week) will give great relief. 
Yet care should be taken to avoid violent purging. Gentle 
and regular movements are all that should be aimed at. 
Therefore, each one must suit the dose to her own needs; 
not slavishly follow some one’s else rule. Read the direc- 
tions that go with the Pills. 
Our female friends will also find Shaker Extract of Roots 
(Seigel’s Syrup) a splendid Remedy in such ailments as leu- 
corrhoea, or whites, falling of the womb, bearing-down sen- 
sations, thin blood, lack of appetite in the morning, low 
spirits, pain in the back, &c. No one ever understood the 
maladies and troubles of her own • sex better than Mother 
Seigel; and her medicine, you may rest assured, is better 
adapted to cure them than any other can possibly be. 
CONSTIPATION. 
A prevailing complaint, and one that causes a vast deal 
of suffering. The cause is & torpid liver. The liver is the 
largest gland in the body, secreting the bile, the natural 
physic, and when this gland becomes torpid and inactive, 
the bowels become sluggish and constipated. The effects 
of constipation upon the system are serious. When 
the fsecal matter collects in the lower part of the 
bowels, it produces an unnatural pressure upon the blood- 
vessels of the parts, causing that painful malady known 
as piles; but, as a rule, when this matter is removed, the 
piles disappear. This collection of fsecal matter, however, 
causes several other serious troubles. This foul matter 
becomes re-absorbed into the system, poisoning the blood, 
and when the poison reaches the brain, there is congestion 
which may vary from simple headache to the most violent 
brain disease. The impure blood, while circulating 
through, the lungs, causes the breathing to be labored 
without affording relief as usual, and the breath becomes 
disagreeable, leaving a nasty taste in the mouth. Too 
dose attention cannot be paid to the regularity of the 
evacuations from the bowels. 24 
Files and Costiveness.—The bowels should be 
emptied at least once a day by a natural evacuation, yet 
some persons (usually women) often fail of such evacuation 
for several successive days. Consequently the bowels or 
intestines are filled with partially digested food, which 
ferments and sours, and develops a foul gas that rises into 
the mouth with a belching sound and action. This nauseous 
mass presses upon and congests the blood-vessels, produc- 
ing various forms of piles—bleeding piles, blind piles, 
etc. What suffering is thus caused we need not describe. 
The only mode of relief and cure is to soften this disease- 
breeding accumulation and expel it from the bowels by the 
natural passage ; and then to tone up the intestines so that 
they may do their own work. Shaker Extract of Roots (Seig- 
el’s Syrup) does this by promoting the secretion/of bile by the 
liver,- and stimulating the nervous and muscular power of 
the bowels. A few doses gives relief, and perseverance in 
its use will effect a cure. 
THE DOG ISN’T AFRAID. 
Did you ever see a hungry child or animal eat ? Of 
course you have, many times. How they enjoy it. The 
satisfaction of hunger is one of the keenest delights we 
have. Nature meant it to be so, because we must take food 
in order to live, and what is necessary she makes pleasant 
that we may not neglect it. 
Yet here is a woman who says, “ I was almost afraid to 
eat," Now, the hearty child or the hungry dog is not 
afraid to eat. Why not ? Because neither of them ever 
experienced anything but pleasure and benefit from 
the operation. Happy child ! happy dog ! i 
Thousands upon thousands of people in this country 
regard their meals with disgust and dread. Yet they work 
hard to earn them, alnd are taught to pray, “ Give us this 
day our daily bread,” Starvation means death. They 
know it. Still they eat only under a sort of slavish com- 
pulsion, as a man condemned to unwilling suicide might 
swallow a cup of poison. They refuse a blessing compared 
with which all other earthly blessings are mere dust or moon- 
shine. Suffer for it ? Indeed they do. Then why do they 
destroy themselves ? It is not natural. The answer is, 
They cannot help it. This good woman’s simple story 
shows how it is. Yet it is not new or rare, more’s the pity. 
She says: ‘T had always been remarkably healthy up to 
August, 1887, when I commenced one morning to vomit 25 
a quantity of water from my stomach. After this I had a 
bad taste in the mouth in the morning, a poor appetite, 
and after eating there was pain and fullness in the chest 
and stomach. Gradually I began to feel very weak, so 
that at times I could scarcely stand. The wind would 
gather on my stomach, and pain became so severe that I 
went quite mazy. Everything turned black and dim before 
my eyes, and I felt like one that is tipsy; and it would 
generally take me an hour or two to get round. I was 
often taken with these mazy bouts, and whilst working at 
Red Bank Mill, Raddiffe, I was twice carried out of the 
mill in a half-fainting condition. 
“After these attacks I went an awful color, and could 
hardly breathe, whilst the pain in my head was dreadful; 
and 1 had to get home and lie down on the couch. If ever 
I felt an qttack coming on towards night after leaving work, 
I didn’t dare go to bed until the pain moved, 
“ I was now growing weaker and weaker, for my food 
did me no good. If I only took bread and butter it would 
lie heavy on my stomach, and I almost got afraid to eat. At 
last I got so bad I went to a doctor at Bury, but he gave 
me no relief. Then I went to a doctor at Moses Gate, and 
later on I consulted a doctor at Little Lever . They all 
told me the same thing. They said it was indigestion and 
dyspepsia, but their medicine did not help me. Over 
twelve months I had to be constantly leaving my work, 
and what I suffered words cannot describe. 
“ About Christmas, 1888, one of my fellow-workwomen 
persuaded me to try Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) 
and I sent to Earn worth for a bottle. I felt better after tak- 
ing the first bottle, and by the time I had taken three bottles 
I was quite cured. I never have been off my work since. I 
have recommended Seigel’s Syrup to many; I gave 
some to our overlooker and also to a girl that worked beside 
me in the mill, and it did them both good. It is worth more 
than double the money it costs. 
“ (Signed) Mrs. Ellen Hatchman, 
“ Wife of Robert Hatchman, minder, 13 Market Street, 
Little Lever, near Bolton.” 
Diseases of the Stomach.—The stomach is a sim- 
ple sack or bag. Into it all the food drops as we swallow 
it. Here it remains some time to be digested. The 
stomach—unlike the liver—does no other work ; but diges- 
tion is a complicated and difficult operation. In the stom- 26 
ach the food is mixed by means of a motion of its own 
with certain natural fluids or juices, until it becomes a 
thick half-fluid mass. Failure on the part of the stomach 
to accomplish this is called indigestion or dyspepsia. It is 
an almost universal disease, and the fruitful cause of near- 
ly all the other ailments we suffer from. The food remains 
In the stomach and ferments, just as garbage does in a tub. 
A foul and nauseous gas is generated, which rises in the 
throat, and, with other poisons, attacks the whole system 
by means of the nerves and blood-vessels. 
The principal symptoms are these : Distress after eat- 
ing ; a sense of fullness and deadness ; headache ; giddiness; 
bad breath; hot flushes, followed by creeping chills; 
sleeplessness ; restlessness ; loss of ambition and energy ; 
yellowish eyes and skin ; a feeling of weariness that is not 
relieved by our usual repose ; desire to be alone ; dry and 
scurfy skin ; aching of the back, arms and legs ; bad taste 
in the mouth; coated tongue ; variable appetite ; hunger, 
alternating with a loathing of food ; great mental depres- 
sion, and fears and anxieties without any apparent cause ; 
shortness of breath and trembling of the limbs on making 
any exertion, &c. The stomach is tender on pressure, and 
filled with slime and mucus. The liver sympathizes with 
the state of the stomach, and the result is an attack of bib 
iousness, which affects every organ of the body and pros- 
trates the nerves. ) 
The experience of thousands for many years proves the 
wonderful efficacy of Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) 
in this miserable malady. We need scarcely make this state- 
ment to the people of this country who so largely rely upon 
this remedy in a disease that is so common among them. 
This remedy gently but surely clears out the noxious load 
from the principal organs of digestion, helps the stomach 
to dissolve and digest what is nutritious in it, and expels 
the remainder through the bowels and other organs of ex- 
cretion. It thus cures one malady, and prevents others 
which will certainly follow unless this work is quickly and 
thoroughly done. 
Shaker Extract of Roots toeigel’s Syrup) has been success- 
ful in cases which have baffled the best medical talent, and 
what it has done it may Oe trusted to do still. Whether your 
ease be acute or chronic, the result will be the same. Only 
in long established cases there is need of patience and 
faithfullness in using it. The reward will be restored 
health and a fresh sense of the value and beauty of life. 27 
Worms.—These pests are bred by the corrupt matter 
in the system. They often induce an unnatural appetite, 
and again destroy the appetite altogether. Shaker Extract of 
Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) will quickly drive them from the stom- 
ach and bowels, and expel and destroy the decaying substan- 
ces on which they feed and grow. 
Mothers should give their children occasional doses of 
the Syrup in order to keep the stomach in order and thus 
prevent worms being engendered there. This is true of all 
the parasites that infest the bowels and skin. It starves 
and cleanses them away. 
Heart Disease,—The heart is situated immediately 
above the stomach. When the latter is distended by gas 
or wind, due to indigestion, it sometimes interferes with 
the proper action of the heart, causing feelings of oppres- 
sion or palpitation, and frightens people into thinking they 
have heart disease. A few doses of Shaker Extract of Roots 
(Seigel’s Syrup) will usually end the symptoms which alarmed 
them and restore the sense of good health. 
Fever and Inflammation.—When we run a 
sliver into one of our fingers it throbs and hurts, and soon 
gets swollen and hot. In her efforts to get rid of the 
sliver Nature has become excited and kindled a big fire 
on the spot. This is a local fever and inflammation. 
Please pay attention now, and see how simple, yet import- 
ant, this fact is. Indigestion and dyspepsia allow the foul 
and poisonous matters, which should pass off out of the 
system, to get into the blood. They go to every part of 
the body—-to every organ in it. Wherever there is weak- 
ness they fasten themselves and produce fever and inflam- 
mation. Sometimes it is in the bowels, then the kidneys, 
then the liver, etc. You can always put out a fire in a stove 
by dumping the grate. On the same principle we must 
subdue a fever or an inflammation by driving the cause of 
it out of the body. This is true, no matter by what name 
the fever is called, and even when the poison is taken into 
the body through the lungs as well as through the stomach, 
as is the case in what are termed contagious or infectious 
fevers. Shaker Extract of Roots (SeigeFs Syrup) acts upon 
the stomach, bowels, liver and kidneys, and sets them at work 
to remove the evil guests from the system, and the fever 
dies out as a fire does when there is no more fuel. THE BABY ON A BATTLE-FIELD. 
On the night after the battle of Waterloo, in the blood- 
stained mire of a ploughed field, lay an English officer, 
dead where he fell. At his side lay the body of his wife, 
who had followed him from England, and arrived perhaps in 
time to receive his last sigh. On. his breast was their baby, 
sound asleep, and smiling amid that dreadful 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 ! 
Read the story of an escape, as told by a parent. 
“ I, Frederick Butcher, of No. 6 Birch Road, Crump- 
sail, near Manchester, do solemnly and sincerely declare as 
follows : My daughter Kate, now eleven years old, had 
always been delicate. She was pale and thin, and it 
seemed as if a breath of cold air would destroy her. She 
was now better, now worse, but never well. In the sum- 
mer of 1885 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 temple as if to relieve the pressure there. • She had 
also pains between the shoulders, and her breath wras very 
offensive. She was always tired and languid, and though 
naturally a bright, intelligent child, would lie for hours in 
a lifeless condition. She grew weaker and weaker until 
she could scarcely stand. We thought her to be in a de- 
cline There came a sign even more alarming, a short, 
dry, deep-sounding cough. My wife and I feared it was 
consumption. About Christmas, 1885, I removed my 
family from Huntingdon to 'Manchester. Poor Kate was 
too weak to take the journey with us, she remained with 
her grandmother at Thorp Farm, Norfolk. Still the dear 
child sank from week to week. What was our surprise, 
some time afterwards, to receive a letter from grandmother 
reading like this; 
‘‘ ‘ Kate is very much better. She is eating well and 
sleeping well ; and the roses are coming into her thin 
cheeks. ’ What could have happened ? In another month 
we had the happiness to 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 any- 29 
thing more than any girl may. Now, what wrought this 
change in her ? What gave us back our daughter, seem- 
ingly almost from the brink of the grave ? I will answer 
frankly, for there is nothing to conceal. Seeing her de- 
plorable state, and that none of the medicines she had 
taken had proved appropriate to her strange malady, her 
grandma one day said to herself, * I think I will give Kate a 
dose out of my bottle of Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s 
Syrup). Her grandma had received great benefit from this 
medicine herself for a complicated disease. It was given to 
Kate, and the good effect was immediate. She at once rested 
more tranquilly and had something of an appetite, and a little 
later on, her grandma was justified in writing to us as I 
have already stated. lam willing to answer any inquiries 
about this case that may be sent to my address. And I 
make this solemn declaration conscientiously believing the 
same to be true. By virtue of the provisions of the Statu- 
tory Declaration Act, 1835 (5 and 6 William IV., c. 62). 
“Signed) F. Butcher.” 
“To all whom these presents shall come, I, Sir John 
James Harwood, Knight, Deputy Mayor of the City of 
Manchester, in the County Palatine of Lancaster, in that 
part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland 
called England,Do Hereby Certify that on the day of the date 
hereof personally came and appeared before me, Frederick 
Butcher, of 6 Birch Road, Crumpsall, the Declarant named 
in the Declaration hereto annexed, being a person well 
known, and worthy of good credit, and did solemnly and 
sincerely declare to be true the several matters and things 
mentioned and contained in the said Declaration. 
“ In faith and testimony whereof, I, the said' 
Mayor, have caused the Seal of Mayor- 
alty of the said City to be hereunder put 
and affixed. 
“ Dated at Manchester, the 26th day of Au- ! rSEAr, 1 
gust, in the 54th year of the Reign of *•* 
Her Majesty Queen Victoria, and in the 
year of our Lord, 1890, 
“(Signed) J. J. Harwood, 
“ Deputy Mayor." 4 
Urinary Difficulties.—This isalarge subject, but 
the most important points are not hard to understand. The 
urinary organs are two-fold—namely, the kidneys and the 
bladder, It is the duty of the kidneys to take from the blood a certain poison called uric acid, and remove it from 
the system, dissolved in the urine. This the kidneys do 
easily enough, so long as there is no more than a natural 
quantity of this acid, which is very hard to dissolve. But 
when, as often happens, the kidneys cannot pass it off as 
fast as it is produced by the liver, there is serious trouble at 
once ; and trouble, too, that is sure to get worse. 
We will see what takes place. When the kidneys can no 
longer dissolve this solid uric acid, they pass part of it 
through in a solid form into the bladder, while the rest 
remains in the kidneys. This uric acid takes with it quan- 
tities of the salts that are all the time used in the processes 
of digestion and bodily repair. This acid and these salts 
combine to form a sandy substance in the kidneys, which 
causes a breaking down of those organs (called kidney com- 
plaint or Bright’s disease), and in the bladder they cause 
a disease well known under the name of the Gravel. 
Persons with gravel often pass some portions of it in their 
urine, but the most of it remains, and gives rise to inflam 
matron, pain, heat, and intense suffering in making water. 
The reason ot this is that the sand covers up the passage 
from the bladder, and the urine cannot find an outlet. To 
give temporary relief it is then necessary to push back the 
obstruction with an instrument and let the water off. This 
gravel becomes hardened into stones of various sizes, which, 
in passing through, cut and tear the sides of the urinary 
passages—sometimes so as to mingle the water with blood. 
The pain and agony attending this are the most intense 
that men are called upon to endure. It was a misdirected 
effort to relieve the late Emperor of the French, Louis 
Napoleon, by crushing the stone in his bladder, that 
caused his death. 
The only true method is to dissolve the gravel and stone 
in the places where it lodges, when it will pass off without 
being felt. Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) does this, 
and assists the urinary organs to throw off this dangerous sub- 
stance as rapidly as it is formed, thus preventing any ac- 
cumulation in the water passages. Cases are on record of 
the success of the Syrup in curing gravel and kidney decay 
even after the most skillful medical treatment had been 
of no avail. 
Still, there is always peril in delay. The reader should 
resort to the remedy on the earliest appearance of suspic- 
ious symptoms. 
30 JRheumatism.—No one who has suffered from this 
ailment needs to be told what a painful and crippling 
thing it is. In treating it we must bear in mind that rheu- 
matism is an inflammation of the joints and muscles, 
caused by a deposit in them of a poison from the blood. 
You know that in a crooked river or stream the loose stuff 
that floats on the water is always apt to lodge in the bends 
and eddies where the current is slow. It is the same way 
in this case. The blood flows much slower in the joints 
and muscles than it does elsewhere in the body ; and so 
the floating acid poison settles there, and causes rheuma- 
tism, or gout—for the two are very much alike and spring 
from the same source. 
It was once thought that damp, worry, anxiety, &c., 
were among the causes of rheumatism, but this has been 
found to be a mistake. These things often develop the 
disease as they develop the symptoms of mercurial and lead 
poisoning; but the poison is already in the tissues, and 
although damp and wet and worry, by hindering the action 
of the skin, liver, or kidneys, may bring it out, they are 
never the cause of it. You may be saved much time, 
money and disappointment by sticking a pin through this 
fact. 
It follows that in the beginning rheumatism is only due 
to indigestion and dyspepsia, for if the stomach and other 
digestive organs did their duty, there would never be any 
poison in the blood to sow the seeds of rheumatism. The 
mode of cure is then easy to see. We must cure the indi- 
gestion and dyspepsia—of which rheumatism is only a 
symptom—and thus get rid of our rheumatic aches, pains, 
and stiffness. Liniments, ointments, plasters and poulti- 
ces do no real good. They comfort for an hour or two, 
but cannot cure. 
Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup) removes the de- 
posits from the joints and muscles, promotes the secretion of 
the natural fluids, and keeps fresh poison from forming. 
Many a poor rheumatic, after a faithful use of this great healer 
and cleanser, has been able to leave his bed, or throw 
aside his crutches, and once more move erect and freely 
as Nature intended him to do. 
A short trial will convince the most discouraged. 32 
DIRECTIONS 
For Using Shaker Extract of Boots (Selgel’s Syrup). 
Dose.—Fifteen to Thirty Drops, two or three 
times per day, in a wine-glass of water, immediately after 
eating. 
Note—Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel's Syrup) ts put up 
in a very highly concentrated form; therefore the dose must be 
given in drops—one teaspoonful contains 60 drops. The 
dose is easily regulated, as one-quarter of a teaspoonful is 15 
drops. Parties purchasing this medicine can rely on its 
having as much strength as if put up in pint bottles. 
The quantity may be regulated by the patient, who 
will bear in mind that sufficient needs to be taken to 
operate on the bowels two or three times each day. 
The blood will thus be purified, the sweat glands of the 
skin will be opened, and the flesh made soft and healthy 
as an infant’s. The kidneys and liver will do their duty, 
and all humors of the blood will be driven out of the 
system, and the body purified and restored to a sound 
and healthy condition. The medicine must be taken 
instantly after eating, so that it will become mixed with 
the food while in the stomach. 
Commence by taking ten or fifteen drops three times a 
day instantly after eating, in a little cold, sweetened water. 
It is best not to take the Syrup on an empty stomach. If 
this does not give relief, increase the dose to thirty drops, 
always to be taken instantly after eating, so that the Syrup 
may become with the food while being digested. 
It is essential that the bowels be made to move freely 
every day, and if the above doses of Syrup be not sufficient 
to effect this, take one- to four of Shaker Family Pills at 
bedtime. It is better to take the Pills than to increase 
the dose of the Symp. 
A. J. WHITE. SHAKER FAMILY PILLS. 
Unlike many kinds of cathartic medicines, these Pills do 
not make you feel worse before you feel better. Their 
operation is gentle, but thorough, and unattended with dis- 
agreeable effects, such as nausea, griping pains, etc., etc. 
Shaker Family Pills are the best family physic that has 
ever been discovered. They cleanse the bowels from all 
irritating substances and leave them in a healthy condition. 
They cure costiveness. 
These Pills prevent fevers and all kinds of sickness by 
removing all poisonous matter from the bowels. They 
operate briskly, yet mildly, without any pain. 
If you take a severe cold and are threatened with a fever, 
with pains in the head, back and limbs, one or two doses 
of Shaker Family Pills will break up the cold and prevent 
the fever. 
Shaker Family Pills prevent ill effects from excess in 
eating or drinking. A good dose at bedtime renders a per- 
son fit for business or labor in the morning. 
The Pills, being sugar-coated, are pleasant to take ; the 
disagreeable taste common to most pills is obviated. 
PRICES OF SHAKER MEDICINES. 
Per Bottle. 
Shaker Extract of Roots (Seigel’s Syrup). 
.. 60 cts. 
Shaker Family Pills 
Each, 
Shaker Soothing Plasters 
In case the reader cannot obtain these medicines from a 
local dealer, we will forward the same free on receipt of 
P. O. Order, or stamps, in a registered letter, for the 
quantity required. Address, 
A. J. WHITE, 
168 Duane Street, New York. 
For Sale by all Druggists and Dealers in Medicines generally.