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TwJo Hours In a Cell. " I wonder (how a fellow feels locked up in there," said the writes to the governor of a big prison, as we were peeping into a call through the grated iron door. "It you want a taste of it I'll lock you up for a couple of hours," answered the governor plea ea sly. All right, go ahead." Istepped inside and _a locked the dor with a clang, and left me. No sound, no view, nobody to talk to, 1 lay down on the iron cot and wondered when they would take me out and hang me; or whether 1 was likely to get a now trial At the end of the second hour the governor released me. " Had enough ? " he sked, " Quite enough," I an swered, And yet I would rather take a month of that ort of thing than endure the long illness tlat befell Mrs 8. A. Bradshaw, of Ir2, Gipps street, Oolllngwood, Melbourne, so clearly depicted in her letter of December 15th, r9o3. "Five years ago," says Mrs Bradshaw, "I was thought to be lying at death's door. I was then at that critical age when a great change takes place in the lile of every woman. My nervous prostration was so extreme that none of myfriends believed it possible for me to survive. The illness was not of sudden origin; it had rome on by slow, almost Imperceptible, degrees. I have experienced more trouble and worry than usually falls to the lot of one to bear, hav ing lost several of my children, to say nothing of other domestic beroavements. These repeated blows had shaken my nervous system to its ontro,. I suffeoed excruciating pain in every part of my body i could not eat 1 and was nearly distracted for want of sleep. " During my long lilness I was attended by two clever doctors ; but despite their unremit. ingn ere and attention to my case I experienced to relief whatever. I wee equally unfortunate in the result I obtained from taking patent medi nines, Though I tried a great number of them, in no instance did I derive the lout benefit. At last I came to think (and every member of my family shared my opinion) that nothing could save me, that my time in this world was near i"s close, "Among the numerous so-called remedies to whiclh I had resorted in my endeavour to got hack my health, Mother Seigel's Syrup was not included. What should haye been first came last. When I was at my worst my husband ceard trom a friend that Mother Seo el's Syrup was a woodorful medicine, known and esteemed all over the world as a sure curn for biliousness and all diseases of the digestive system (in which lay the origin of much of my illness). Accordingly he obtained a bottle at the store, and persuaded me to try what It would do for me, Discouraged bymy long failure to obtain eliaef I at first declined, but eventually yielded aid took tt; not that I had any faith in it, but merely to please him, I was all the movre as tonlshed therefore, at receiving benefit from the very first dose. This so much encouraged me that I resolved to persevere with the mediclue, and took it rogularly. My distrust was now changed to confidence. In a short time I rose fron? my bed, and wasable to geot about again. Three of the larger sort ol bottles completed my eure, and made a new creature of me. My hbu band sars that Seigel's Syrup saved me from the grave, and I believe so too." Disease, antL debility resulting from disease, aro the cruellest of golers ; they will never veluntarlyk release their victims. But let the prisoners cry out for help to Mother lolgel, and lhe will quickly give them freedom from their toils, with health and strength Into the bargain.