Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 July 1895 — He Will Not Drown Himself. [ARTICLE]

He Will Not Drown Himself.

XFiutn the T., Timet.) ■ R. W. Edwards, of Lansingburgh, was prostrated by sunstroke during the war and it has entailed on him peculiar mid serious consequences. At present writing Mr. E. is a prominent officer of Post Lyon, G. A. R„ Cohoes, and a past aid de camp on the staff of the commander-in-chief of Albany County. In the interview with a reporter he said: “1 was wounded and sent to the hospital at Winchester. They sent me, together with others, to Washington—a ride of about 100 miles. Haying no room in the box cars we were placed face up on the bottom of flat cars. The snn beat down upon our unprotected heads. When 1 reached Washington I was insensible and was unconscious for ten days while in the hospital. An abscess gathered in my ear and broke; it has been gathering and breaking ever since. The result of this 100 mile ride and sunstroke was heart disease, nervous prostration, insomnia and rheumatism; a completely shattered system which gave me no rest night or day. As a Mast resort I took some Pink Pills and they helped me to a wonderful degree. My rheumatism is gone, my heart failure, dyspepsia and constipation are about gone and the abscess in my ear has stopped discharging and my head feels as clear as a bell, when before it felt as though it would burst and my once shattered nervous system is now nearly sound. Look at those fingers,” Mr. Edwards said, “do they look as if there was any rheumatism there?” He moved his fingers rapidly and freely and strode about the room like a young boy. “A year ago those fingers were gnarled at the joints and so stiff that I could not hold a pod. My knees would swell up and I could not straighten my leg out. My joints would squeak when I moved them. That is the living truth.

“When I came to think that I was going to be crippled with rheumatism, together with the rest of my ailments, I tell you life seemed not worth living.—l suffered from despondency. I cannot begin to tell you,” said Mr. Edwards, a 3 he drew n long breath, “what my feeling is at present. I think if you lifted ten years right off my life and' left me prime and vigorous at 47 I could feel no better. I was an old man and could only drag myself painfully about the house. Now I can walk off Without any trouble. That in itself,” continued Mr. Edwards, “would be sufficient to give me cause for rejoicing, but when you come to consider that I am no longer what you might call nervous and that my heart is apparently nearly healthy and that I can sleep nights you may realise why I may appear to speak in extravagant praise of Pink Pills. These pills quiet my nerves, take that awful pressure from my head and at.the same time t-uncli rny blood. There seemed to be no circulation in my lower limbs a year ago, my legs being cold and clammy at times. Now the circulation there is as full and as brisk as at any other part of mv body. I used to be so lightheaded and dizzy from my nervous disorder that I frequently fell while crossing the floor of my house. Spring is ceming, and I never felt better in my life, and I am looking forward to a busy season of work.”