Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 February 1884 — A MODERN RESURRECTION. [ARTICLE]

A MODERN RESURRECTION.

A Miracle That Took Place In Our Mklst Unknown to the PnbUc-The Details In Pull. [Detroit Free Press.] One at the most remarkable occurrences ever given to the public, which took place here in our midst, has just come to our knowledge, and will undoubtedly awaken as much surprise and attract as great attention as It has already in newspaper circles. The facts are, briefly, as follows: Mr. William A. Crombie, a young man formerly residing at Birmingham, a suburb of Detroit, and now living at 287 Michigan avenue in this city, can truthfully say that he has looked into the future world and yet returned to this. A representative of this paper has interviewed him upon this important subject, and his experiences are given to the public for the flrst time. He said: “I had been having most peculiar sensations for a long while. My head felt dull and heavy; my eyesight did not seem so clear as formerly; my appetite was uncertain, and I was unaccountably tired. It was an effort to arise in the morning, and yet I could not sleep at night. My mouth tasted badly, I had a taint, all-gone sensation in the pit of my stomach that food did not satisfy, while my hands and feet felt cold and clammy. I was nervous and irritable, and lost all enthusiasm. At times my head would seem to whirl and my heart palpitated terribly. I had no energy, no ambition, and I seemed indifferent of the present and thoughtless of the future. I tried to shake the feeling off, and persuade myself it was simply a cold or a little malaria. But it would not go. I was determined not to give up, and so time passed along and all the while I was getting worse. It was about this time that I noticed I had begun to bloat fearfully. My ltmbs were swollen so that by pressing my fingers upon them deep depressions would be made. Ay face also began to enlarge, and continued to until I could scarcely see out of my eyes. One of my friends, describing my appearanoe at that time, said: ‘ft is an animated something, but I should like to know what.’ In this condition I passed several weeks of the greatest agony. “Finally, one Saturday night, the wnisery culminated. Nature could endure no more. I became irrational and apparently insensible. Cold sweat gathered on my forehead; my eyes became glazed and my throat rattled. I seemed to be In another sphere and with other surroundings. I knew nothing of what occurred around me, although I have since learned that it was considered as death by those who stood by. It was to me a quiet state, and yet one of great agony. I was helpless, hopeless, and pain was my only companion. I remember trying to see what was beyond me, but the mist before my eyes was too great. I tried to reason, but I had lost all power. I felt that it was death, and realized how terrible it was. At last the strain upon my mind gave way and all was a blank. Hjyv long this continued Ido not know, but at last 1 realized the presence of friends and recognized my mother. I then thought it was earth, but was not certain. I gradually regained consciousness, however, and the pain lessened. I found that my friends had, during my unconsciousness, been giving me a preparation I had never taken before, and the next day, under the influence of this treatment, the bloating began to disappear, and from that time on I steadily improved, until to-day I am as well as ever before in my life, have no traces of the terrible acute Bright's disease, whioh so nearly killed me, and all through the wonderful instrumentality of Wasner’a Safe Cure, the remedy that brought ids to life after I was virtually in another world.” “You have had an unusual experience, Mr. Crombie,” said the writer, who had been breathlessly listening to the recital. “Yes, I think I have,” was the reply, “and it has been a valuable lesson to me. I am certain, though, there are thousands of men and wgmen at this very moment who have the 6ame ailment which came so near killing me, and they do not know it. I believe kidney disease is the most deceptive trouble in the world. It comes like a thief in the night. It has no certain symptoms, but seems to attack each one differently. It is quiet, treacherous, and all the more dangerous. It 18 killingtmore people to-day than any other .complaint. If I had the power, I would warn the entire world against it, and urge them to remove it from the system before it is too late.” One of the members of the firm of Whitehead & Mitchell, proprietors of the Birmingham Eccentric, paid a fraternal visit to this office yesterday, and in the course of conversation Mr. Crombie’s name was mentioned. “ I knew about his sickness,” said the editor, “ and his remarkable recovery. I bad his obituary all in type, and announced in the Eceentric that he could not live until its next issue. It was certainly a most wonderful case.” Rev. A. R. Bartlett, formerly pastor of the M. E. Church, at Birmingham, and now of Schoolcraft, Mich., in response to a telegram, replied: *“ Mr. W. A. Crombie was a member of my congregation at the time of his sickness. The prayers of the church were requested for him on two different occasions. I was with him the day he was reported by his physicians as dying, and consider his recovery almost a miracle.” Not one person in a million ever comes so near death as did Mr. Crombie and then recover, but the men and women who are drifting toward the same end are legion. To note the slightest symptoms, toy realize their significance, and to meet them in time by the remedy which has been shown to be most efficient, is a duty from which there can be escape. They are fortunate who do this; they arc on the .sure road to death who neglect it.