National Republican (Washington City

A MALARIAL VICTIM.
The Trying Experience of a Prominent Minister in the Tropics and at the North.

To the Editor.

The following circumstances, drawn from my personal experience, are so important and really remarkable that I have felt called upon to make them public. Their truth can be amply verified:

In 1875 I moved from Canton, St. Lawrence county, New York, to Florida, which state I intended to make my future residence. I purchased a home on the banks of the St. John's river and settled down, as I thought, for life. The summer following the first winter I was conscious of most peculiar sensations, which seemed to be the accompaniment of a change of climate. I felt a sinking at the pit of the stomach, accompanied by occasional dizziness and nausea. My head ached, my limbs pained me, and I had an oppressive sense of weariness. I had a thirst for acids, and my appetite was weak and uncertain. My digestion was impaired, and my food did not assimilate. At first I imagined it was the effort of nature to become acclimated, and so I thought little of it. But my troubles increased until I became restless and feverish, and the physicians informed me I was suffering from malarial fever. This continued in spite of all the best physicians could do, and I kept growing steadily worse. In the year 1880 my physicians informed me a change of climate was absolutely necessary—that I could not survive another summer in the south. I determined to return north, but not to the extreme portion, and so I took up my residence at Upper Sandusky, in Central Ohio. The change did not work the desired cure, and I again consulted physicians. I found they were unable to effect a permanent cure, and when the extreme warm weather of summer came on I grew so much worse that I gave up all hope. At that time I was suffering terribly. How badly, only those can appreciate who have contracted malarial disease in tropical regions. It seemed as if death would be a relief greater than any other blessing. But notwithstanding all this, I am happy to state that I am to-day a perfectly well and healthy man. How I came to recover so remarkably can be understood from the following card voluntarily published by me in the Sandusky (Ohio) Republican, entitled:

HONOR TO WHOM HONOR IS DUE.

"Editors Republican: During my recent visit to Upper Sandusky, so many inquiries were made relative to what medicine or course of treatment had brought such a marked change in my system, I feel it to be due to the proprietors and to the public to state that Warner's Safe Kidney and Liver Cure accomplished for me what other medicines and physicians had failed to do. The malarial poison which had worked its way so thoroughly through my system during my five years residence in Florida had brought me to the verge of the grave, and physicians had pronounced my case incurable; but that is not to be wondered at, as it was undoubtedly one of the worst on record. Hough Brothers, of your city, called my attention to the medicine referred to and induced me to try a few bottles. So marked was the change after four weeks' trial that I continued its use, and now, after three months, the cure is complete. This is not written for the benefit of Warner & Co. but for the public, and especially for any person troubled with malarial or bilious attacks."

Such is the statement I made, without solicitation, after my recovery, and such I stand by at the present moment. I am convinced that Warner's Safe Cure is all it is claimed to be, and as such deserves the great favor it has received. A remedy which can cure the severest case of tropical malaria of five years' standing certainly cannot fail to cure those minor malarial troubles which are so prevalent and yet so serious.

ALFRED DAY,
Pastor Universalist Church.
Woodstock, Ohio, May 10, 1883.