A SHOP-GIRL'S STORY.

"It's not an easy matter for you to guesa how such things can exist, but they do . and hundreds of girls could tell the same story if they had the courage, and weie speaking to women."

Ethel Vernon made uo reply', but her face was eloquent enough of what she was feel ing, and her position towards tho speaker was an uncommon one. The latter was evidently a shop-girl—she had tho regula tion look and dress ; while Ethel Vernon was just as evidently a woman to whom bondage of any description was a word only. Yet the two wore as fa ir and pleasant a picture as an artist could have desired for a study. Outwardly both were youthful and both were good-looking, but the inward life of each was a thills! as «idely sundered from the other as are the two poles. The pirl who had first snoken was Gertrude Macey, or " Mnccy,' as she was more famihary called among her shopmntcs; and any one knowing thi) pride and pedigree of tho Veraons would have wondered what could have induced Ethel Vernon to be on such familiar terms with ono whom a few months ago she world have designated as "only a stiop-Kirl." Gortrude Macey went on: "It is not merely seat* behind a counter that we want. Our existence is often one long struggle to do right, only to come to a huge failure at the last. And then people forget ull our ellbrta to keep straight, and remember simply the one failure which was the climax of our strivings. I should have failed if it had not been for the aid that came only just in time." "I should like to know more. Could you tell me all about your life in London ?' This conversation elicited the story which will be told presently.

Gertrude Macoy was a girl not to be taken as a fair .sample of those who stand behind counters, and arc often looked upon as an entirely different class of beings from the rest of their sex, because she began life in a diU'erent groove ; but the story she told w;is one which gives considerable insight into the ways of business houses, and helps one more fully io understand why the great tide of characterless womankind swells continually into a greater aggregate, spite of every philanthropic effort to reduce it.

Gertrude M'accy was Ethel Vernon's guest under peculiar circumstances. She had become ay because a few charitable ladies had organised a scheme by which n few shop-girls who fell ill through over work, or other circumstance, might get a month's quiet icst in a happy home among themselves.

The rtetor of the parish of Everdoeu was a man whoso sou! was in his work, largely read, and diking a deep interest in every SjUciuc for the happine-s i f Ids fellows. Ah completely humanitarian as he was Christian, he hud called the attention of his wife to tlio existence of this very unsunl and, as many will think, rather quixotic association for helping shop-girls. Ener getic and thoroughly sympathetic in character, the lector's win had at once fallen in with thu idea, and, considering the netiou a good ene, had written to the secretary of the movement to say that the pleasaut rectory of Kverdeen was open as a home lo any invalid who might, in the course of time, need a place in which to re gain strength and health. She also spoke of the matter to Ethel Yornon, freely dis ciusiiiß with her the advisability of bring ing any uncongenial element into the society of that pretty country village. Philanthropist as .sliu was, and utterly un selfish in her social notions, she knew that, in order to prevent her idea from becoming a synonym for fanaticism in every corner of her husband's parish, she must have the squire's daughter on her side. Ho they freely discussed the probable introduction of some new order of being into their society, aid Ethel Vcrnou wound up the matter with her usual sweet placidity of disposition by saying : " Of course it is a capital idea, and if any one v sent to you we will do our best to entertain her. We can all ask her 10 lunch, Mrs. Stamcr, ana give hcrsome good drives about the country. You alway* think of something sweet and nice to do, and I am sure we shall all be ready to h«lp you," Then Mi*s Vernon dismissed the matter from her mind, simply thinking that Mrs Staiucr's enthusiasm was a perfectly justifi able one, but not likely to trouble any of them veiy much, aa it was apparent, on the face of the matter, that no one could be ex pected to take much interest in girls of the " tradesmen class."

"Man .proposes, God disposes," and it happened iluit Miss Vernon was to take a far deeper concern in this matter than she could previously have conceived it possible for her to do. The unwonted phenomenon of hearing about the working world as it really is was to conic into her life, and from the background of careless indifference she •wsA to be brought into the foreground of actual experience and the realities and facts that underlie the current of superficial society.

Six weeks after she had spoken to Ethel Vernon of her scheme, Mrs Stiaimrsat over the breakfast table reading t*o letters with a seriousness of countenance that she rarely exhibited. One was from her sister. saying that she, her two sons and a daugh ter, were about to invade the quietude of the little village ; and the other was from the secretary of the organisation referred to. The contents of the letter were too ap palling for Mrs Strainer. Not only were her nephews handsome and young, but they were just at that impressionable age when a mother desires them to see only the best specimens of womanhood. Her sister was a proud, aristocratic woman, who declaimed against any thing which was not perftctly '■ good form," and who re garded a shop-girl as a machine to be wound up into a perpetual series of smiles and painstaking endeavours to please her customers, but never to be regarded as a j human being. In dispair the rector's wife appealed to her husband. ''Morris, here is dreadful news ! Evelyn says she is coming with the boys, and will he here to-morrow." "A good thing, too, it will enliven us a bit, and they will bring a little gaiety into the village as well." "Yes, hut that is not the worst." Mr. .Staiuer looked up from his " Times " in some surprise. His wife spoke in a quick nervous way, far removed from her ordinary cheerful tones. " What is it ?" '■ Only this has come by the same post:"■ and she read, to him the following commu nication which had done so much to disturb the peace of mind: Dear Madam, —Availing ourselves of your kind offer, we shall be glad if you will P'ovide a home for Gertrude Maecy, of Messrs. Hsmberton & Go's est •blishmenr. She is, as far as we are able to judge, above the average of our applicants, and we hope she will give you no reason to repent your generous of lor. She will arriye by the 7.30 p. m. train to-morrow. " Rather like consigning a bale of goods, my dear. You are sure they are sending her carriage paid ?" her husband replied ; but he also felt considerably astonished at the news conveyed and wondeied how it could posisbly have happened that such a

combination of visits should have come about. "'f ivo years since Evelyn came, is it not, Mary? Vet she is about to put m an appearance at so short a notice, and this girl is to conic the same duy." "And by the same train!" ejaculated Mrs. Staincr, with a morbid desire to burst into tears. " There will be uo time to ex plain to either of them, and whenever Evelyn has been traveling she is so cross and tired that I should not be in the least sur prised it she takes the boys back at once. You know they never can stay a day in any house without commencing to flirt with whatever girl is in it." "Couldn't you tell the " consignmentot goods"—l beg her pardon, Miss Macey "— referring to the letter which his wife had laid down. " No. I meant to have been so kind to her, and made her feel as if she had a friend to confide in as well as a benefactor."

"And then have written a touching story for some magazine," answered Mr Stabler, who knew far better than the world his wife's proclivities and weaknesses. "Well, I should not have told any ono who it whs meant for if I had written the story ; and then, it I bad been paid for it, r should have given the money to the funds of the charity, '{Jam glad you put in tho second if," was the somewhat ungenerous remark on Mr Staincr's part, for financially Mrs Staincr's literary cllbrts had been nil. She had contributed to religious magazines of n more or less worthless character several stories of a most pathetic and distressing nature, which had never been paid for, as the proprietors were each in a dilftrent de gree verging on bankruptcy; but as .she still cherished vague hopes of success, her husband's remark added to her already dis turbed state of mind, for she had already determined to ''write up " the story of any girl sent to her, and hoped by it to become the pioneer of some grand movement whic'i should convert the land of shops into an El Dorado of bliss such as every girl would desire to enter.

If unsenctous in word, Mr Stainer was not so in deed, (or directly afier breakfast ho made a special journey to Ethel Vernon's house, and asked tier if she would relieve his wife of the task of entertaining Ger trude Macoy. He told her tho dilemma in such a comical fashion that, although flhe Hympathised with Mid JStaiuc-r, in her an noyance. Miss Vernou could not help indulging na- hearty lit of laughter. Her father was away in Paris, and her duenna and friend, Mra Campbell was always too meekly subservient to slightest command to cause her to feel auy difliculty respecting tlic execution ot her project.

It was a blazingly hot day in June when every muscle and nerve scrmed UDStrung, and people livtd by spasms and gnspings of breath until the intense noontide heat was over; ju-t the sort of day to make the con tinuous sullen rofir of the city seem like a very pandemonium of evil utterly unendu rable, and the country a place of refuge from its noise and bustle such as the veriest beggar loogod for. All through the stilling heat of the day a young girl tn.velled to ward the westering with some faint hope in her heart that when once there .she would grow well ngnin ; feel less and less the tiredness that now held her as in a nee - a strango inertia which she could not ovcr coiub, and which caused the trnllic of the town to strike like a mad torrent on her be wildered brain. She was alnmst too tired to caro about anything, and if it had not been for the "little mother" at home and the fair young sister who leaned upon her, she would have been glad for both life and work to have ceased at once.

On, with a niad.rush, went the iron horse, the day growing more and more sultry, the carriage closer 'and closer, the girl still more weary, and then the journey was ac complished, and Gertrude Macey stood on the little platform of Everdecn waiting for the people to send for her to whom she had, in reality, been consigned in somewhat the fashion that Mr Stainer had described when he spoke of the " bale ofgoods." Of course, there was no one to meet her, but at least they might have sent a servant. No cab or even an omnibus. Scarcely had she _ had time to glance around the station and maka this discovery when a sweet, low voice asked: " Surely, this is not the 7.30 train porter ?" as it steamed round the curve toward the Devonshire coast: and.then, catching sight of Gertrude Macey the owner of the voice carte forward with outstretched hand. '• You arc Miss Macey V "Yes," and the voice seemed tired and far off. "1 am Ethel Vornon, and you are to be my guest. I hope you will be as happy as you are welcome." Then she was quickly seated in Ethel's pony carriage, while Miss Vernon briefly explained to her that, by accident, the Vicarage waH full of guests, and so ehe was to stay at the Manor while she was at Everdcen,

" You saw all those people arriving, I suppose ? I was a minute or two late iv consequence of my tiresome watcb."

That night, when Kthel gossiped with Mrs Campbell, the said: " What a pretty girl Miss Macey is! But she look 3 half dead."

A week or two of quiet rest-, a girl's sympathy extended to her.and then, betore she was aware of it, Gertrude Maooy found herself sufficiently at homo with Ethel Vernon to tell har, briefly and concisely, the story asked for at the beginning of our narrative.

You do not know what a girl's life is in a shop. I suppose it is different in the country, but in London' it is dreadful. My father was an officer in the Irjjand Kovenue ser vice, and there were three of us left totally unprovided for when he died. He hud educated ns himself, and we inlended eoing into a school as pupil teachers in exchange for the accomplishments necessary for the work of a governess. Beiore we were quite fitted for this he dfed, and his fellow-oißcere, instead of tbinkiug of his wife and children, thought only of the dead. They were fond of him ond admired htm, so they raised a fair sum of money and put up an expensive tablet to his memory. We were left almost penniless except the insurance money, which was only to the amount of £500. My mother made up hcru-ind that the ,be3t thiDg to be done was to priyide against actual des titution by apprenticing us to the drapery trade. She fancied it would be better for us than governeases, and would enable us presently to go into business for ourselves. We talked the matter fairly over, and de termined tbat there could be no degnida dation in shopwork, unless we degraded ourselves ; but she kn9w as little as we did ot the life girls have to lead when they co into large mixed cstatlishnicuts. At first, Emmie rmd I were apprenticed to a draper in our own town, and when wo had served our time we still stayed on a year at the old place in order that we might get more experience. After this we adver tised for situations in london.

"Moher did not object; she fancied that the sooner we earned a certain amount of money the sooner we should be able to make a homo together again. So. after ad vertisiug, and also auswering ninny udver tisements, 1 procured a. situation at Messrs Larnoerton &' Co.'s, and Emmie or c at Messrs Hale 9 & Co.'v, From that time enr

troubles commenced. If the people em ployed were all of one class it would not be a matter of so much consequence, but emnlojerg do .not care. If girls are !-tylish-lonkin2, ' good saleswomen, and up to the business mark, they take them into their employ as readily as if they weie all this and girls of honest character as well. Then a new girl comes from the country, and she has little chance. She hus not only Jo endure the society and conversation of girla who ouebt to he outside the pale of her society, but she gets a feeling that no one cares what becomes of her. We had been in London a very short time when i began to be ex ceedingly distressed about my sister. Over and over again I wished we had never come to Loudon, or that I had come alone. She had always been petted and made much of at home, and was weak through the very strength ot her affection. Scarcely three months had gone when I found she was intimate with the very class of girla I least desired her to know. In vaia I ex postulated with her, begged her to go hack again to the country ; but she laughed at me, told me I was fanciful, and she dared not offend the girls with whom she slept. I RUppnso ladies never dream of this hardship in the life of a shop-girl. They do not think what it means to her when she has to make one of four or five who herd together in one bedroom, with sleeping accomodation deemed insufficient for a ser vant in an ordinary gentleman's house, or how gradually she gets accustomed to tho conversation which once made her face tingl" with shame when she heard it; and thus by degree-* she slips her old moorings of happiness and self-respect until she be comes like her associates.

I cannot tell you how step by step it came about, but I do know that all imwittingly her employer was hur murderer, for I lost mv little sister, who came with me to Lon don a« pure-hearted as the happiest girl in the ullage, and who left it the thing her litiH would once havn refused to name. Without ray guessing how swiftly she was troing fftim mo, I yet wrote to our mother lieeainfj her to come up to town and per suade Emmie to go back with her. Full of alarm, she came; but it wai all too late. My mother hud lost her child, and I my sister !''

Ethel Vernnn had no need to ask how, for Gertrude Macey's face Rpoke only too plainly of the irretrievably wrong steps taken, and there is a sorrow which is the more passionate bcause it must not iind vent in words. There are painful facts over which painful indignation rouses itself when the irrevocableness of them confronts the sufferer ; yet women can only speak of them to each other in ambiguous phrases, and feel intensely thfiir burden without darintr to proclaim the evil-doers who caused them.

The momentary struggle to regain her composure being over, Gertrude Macey went oti:

" When first Emmie told me her story, I cursed her employer in mv heart as I never believed it possible I could curse any one. She told me, dying, and, therefore, with no falsehood upon her lip?, that it was almost impossible to live a good straight life in that house. Employers don't understand the danser them is, the trilline they counten ance t'.io mixing together in thcirhouses—and they rarely care. Ladies are beginning to cue for us, but they would do for us the Lest possible work if they first saw .that our home life was set to rights. We do get tired of our work ; we get tired of standing ; and we are grateful for every aid that comes to alleviate the hardness of our working life; but they would do a great deal more if they would let the great emp'oyers of labor know that they share our instinctive rebel lion against the homes provided for us."

Somehow, as Ethel Vernon listened, there vas a picture before her eyes vrhich many of you will, remember—George Eliot's crea tion of Hetty in "Adam Bed?," where Hetty I urns her face despairingly towards Storyshire. and the author a<=ks the ques tion : "What will be the end?" The same query aroc in Eihel's mind, and she trans posed it—" What was the end?"

"Shcdied by her own hand; driven to it by the sorrow and shame she had brought on herself, but to which ladies, in the shelter of their own homes, have no temptation." .Again, in the pause, Ethel Vernon echoed George Eliot's wish regarding poor Hetty, only applying it to Emmie Macey's story : " God preserve you and me from being the beginners of fcuch a misery 1"

" She died almost directly after she sent for me; and it was as well ! Well for her s-he ended the pitifulness of life ; but I, for one, would rather have been the dead girl lying there than have stood living in Tier master's place. If you told this to the ladies who are finding homes for us when we are invalided and ill, surely they would begin for us a work of reformation which we are totally unable to commence for our selves. I feel as if I would rather die than go back to the old Ufa after having this pause of quietude here ; yet I shall go back and work on fur the sake of my mother and sister, or else—God knows—fall myself, and bring on them a wretchedness even more intense than is now theirs.

" Could you not go back into the coun try ?" questioned Miss Vernon. "Yes, at far less wages, and with far less chances of future success as a business woman if I commenced for myself."

" And if you could commence for your self at once, would you do so?"

"Yes ; ami my first idea would be to show that if an employer is a master he is something more--that he can also lie a man. I would never forget I employed men and women, and not mere machines."

A story with a moral ? I beg your pardon, it is not. It is a story with a truth, and one told to me by the girl who had kissed the cold dead lips of a sister who was driven to her ruin and an early grave by a false shame faccdncss and carelessness which calls itself by another name, and refuses to see because mock mode*ty forbids.

There is anoiherly walk where womanly philanthropy may iind room for its reet, and I commend it to those who are sufficiently humanitarian to care_ for those who work for them, and that is to find out what homes our shop-girls, have, as well as what chance they liave of bodily rest during business hours.

MrsStaincr, Mi«s Vcrnon, and even Mrs Siainer's .iristocfatic sister, Eve'yn, were roused to action by Uertrudc Macey's story nnd in the nearest market town to Ever deen tliere is a flourishing drapery business carried on by a girl whom chance customers occasionally recognise as having served them in the fashionable shop of Messrs Hamberton and Co, There is also a pale ficcd widow there, who "mothers'" the girls who serve in it. The residents of the town speak of it us a " model " house and onsider it a s*rt of wonder to be talked about, but its mistress says it is only the kind of establishment which ought to be found wherever there is a businc.-s carried on, and the vehemently declares that the nameless graves in London, and the charac terless girls abound tliere, would suon become far fewer if once the customers would recognise that it is in their power to make masters give a home for 'their ser vants and not merely a toof to cover them, which insy be either a. home or a den of infamy—nobody knowing or cariog which. —From an English Paper.

Judge Jeffreys.

If ever I were to try my band at the his torical amusement o£ whitewashing, I should be tempted to take for my hero the infamous Jeffreys. He was, I dare say, as had as he is painted ; so perhaps was Nero and Richard 111., and other much abused persons ; but no miscreant ot them all could be more amusing. Wherever tho name of Jeffrey appears we may be certain of good sport. Witli all his inexpressible brutality, his buffoonery, his baseness, we can see that lie was a man of remarkable talent. We think of him generally as he appeared when bullying Baxter ;; when "he snorted and squeaked, blew Ills nose and clenched Ids hands, and lifted up his eye, mimicking their (the Nonconformists') manner, and running on furiously, as he said they used to pray"; and we may regard him, astbe victims must have regarded him, as a kind of demoniacal baboon placed on the bench in robes and wig, in hideous caricature' of justice. But the vigour and skill of the man, when he was to worry the truth out of a stubborn witness, is also amazing. When a knavish witness produced a forged deed in support of the claim of a certain Lady Ity to a great part of Shadwell, Jeffreys a in his element. He is perhaps a little too exuberant. ."Ask him what (|iiestion you will," he breaks out, "but ii he should swear as lot.g as Sir John Falstaff fought" (the Chief Justice can quota Shakspere). "I would never believe a word he says." His lordship may be too violent, but he is substantially doing justice; ami shows himself a dead hand at unmasking a cheat. The most striking proof of Jetireys's power is in tbc dramatic trial of Lady Lisle. The poor lady was accused of harbouring one Hicks, a Di-senting preacher, after Sedgemoor. It was clear that a certain James Dunne had guided Hicks to Lady Lislc'R bouse, The difliculty was to prove that Lady Lisle knew Hicks to be a traitor. Dunne had talked to her in the presence of another wit ness, and it was suggested that he had given her the fatal information. But Dunne tried hard in telling his story to sink this vital fact. The effort of .Jeffrey to twist it out of po >r Dunne, and Dunne's futile and prolonged wriggling to escape the confes turn, are reported at full, and form one of the most striking passages in the State Trials. Jeffreys shouts at him : dilates in most edifying terms upon the bottomless lake of fire and brimstone which awaits all I perjurers ; snatches at any slip; pins the i witness down ; fastens inconsistencies upon him through page after page; but poor Dunne desperately clutches the secret iv spite of the tremendous strain. He almost seems to have escaped, when the other wit ness establishes the fact that tome conver sation took place. Armed with this new thumb-crew, Jeffrey leap 3 upon poor Dunne again. The storm of objurations, appeah, confutations, bursts forth with increased force ; poor Dunne slips into a fatal admis sion ; he has admitted some talk, but can not explain what it was. He tries dogged silence. The tortures of Jefl'reys's tongue urges him to fresh blundering. A candle is held up to.his nose that the Court "may see his brazen face/ At last he exclaims, the " still nearer to his nose," and feel ing himself the very focus of all attention, "I am quite cluttered out of my senses ; i •do not know what I say.' The wietched creature is allowed to reflect for a time, and then declares that he will tell the truth. He tells enough in fact for the purpose, though he tries to keep back the most damning word*. Enough has been wrenched out of him to send poor Lady Lisle to the scaffold. The figure of the poor old lady falling asleep, as it is said, while JefTreys's thunder and lightning was raging in this terrific fashion round the feeble defence of Dunne's reticence, is so pathetic, and her fate so piteous jand disgraceful, that we have little sense fofanything but Jeffrey's brute. lity. But if the power of wormingthe truth. out of a grudging witness were the sole test of a judge's excellence, we must admit the amazing efficiency of JcfVYeys'B method. He is the ideal cross examiner, and we may overlook the cruelty to victims who bave so long ceased to suffer, —" Cornhill Magazine."

Fighting in New Calabar.

DESPERATE BATTLE.

The steamer Coanza, at Liverpool, brin«3 the following intelligence :— UoNSY, March 23.—1t is reported from New Calabar that a great battle has taken place between the natives and the followers of Oko Jumbo, the latter having cone up to Now Calabar for the purpose of provoking a conflict. The slaughter is said to have been feaiful, at least one thousand men having fallen on both sides. The Bonny men went up to New Calabar in their war canoes, having in them empty casks, which were to counterfeit casks of palm oil for trading purposes.- At the bottom of the boats, no we ver, were lying Bonny warriors to the strength of 4,500 men. These landed at different parts of the beach, but the casks were very prominently displayed. Immediately on gaining the shore theie was a. quarrel amongst the men, and the new arrivals swuug tfieir oars above their heads in a threatening manner. Thinking that there was some disturbance, most ot the men in command of the fort hurried down to the beach. The ruse had thus the desired effect, and the Bonny men marched up the hill to capture the stronghold. A powerful chief called Waraboo was in charge of one of the storming companies, and as soon as he rounded the bend of the hill he saw a large force ascending on the opposite side. This was the other company or the Bonny men. Waraboo, mistaking them for the enemy, opened fire upon them with a gatling gun, while his followers also fired their muskets. The fire was most deadly, and was kept up for some time until the supposed eoemy rushed pell-mell down the hill. At the bottom the retrea ting army was met by the New Calabar men, and being thus cut off a desperate fight took place. It was estimated that in addition to those killed by the Mew Cala bar men the number of slain through the blunder ot "Waraboo was at least 500. Not. withstanding this loss, the Bonny men succe ded iv capturing the fort, and were in possession of it. At latest accounts there was much excitement at New Calabar, and uneasiness was felt by the English traders and other British subjects, as there was no consul or other British official to watch over English inteiests. The New Calabar men were numerically strong, and if reinforced by the followers of Ja Ja,* as it was feared would be the case, the war must resolve itself into wholesale carnage. It was expected that when the news reached the English authorities one or two gunboats would be ordered down to the scene of liosti.ities, ns no'hing short of some demonstration of ibis kind would have the effect of stopping the war. Trade in both Bonny and New Cala bar is at a standstill. In Bonny outposts are stationed all along the bcach,andno per son is allowed to land after dark. The penalty for an infringement of these restrictions is death. One native landing from a vessel was asked to give the password and being unable to reply was shot dead lev one of the sentries. Up to the latest account no British representative had arrived, and further fighting was believed to hd imminent,

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TJITCUENS' BLOOD RESTORER.!-;' "We have received the following Testi- *-;; ' inooial anent this remedy, and publish* it ■ for general information. L. D. NATHAN & CO. ,' "Auckland, January 12, ISS2, > ■'-'-,' ''•Messrs L. D. Niithan & Co., . . Auckland. 1' Sins, —I am fulfilling an urgent request, of Mrs Andrews, of Lord Howe's Island, in the Pacific, in stating to jou and to Mr Hitchciu the extraordinary cure made in. her case by the use of Hitcheiis' Medicinal Blood Restorer. Living on the Island, I ; I am an eye-witness of thonfact, and feel ■■'"■.'■; it a duty both to Mr-Hitchcns and lothe general public to testify to the, really won» ■ • derful etiect of that medicine. " Mrs Andrews was for four or fiveyeare a martyr to ngonising jiaiiis in her hip j ';! medical men calling'it sciatica. She bad V been treated for it by the several doctors • of the British men-o'-war visiting the- Island from time to time, without the slightest relief to the intense pain. She-. 7 was afterwards takeD to Sydney, hoping- ■• for some relief, if not a permanent care, from treatment of tbe medical men of that • city. She was told she was suffering front the hip disease, and her case was incurable." Without a ray of hope to lighten her future life; pain and despair her constant ; attendants, her case was really deplorable. *» Mr C. E. Ponder, the Manager of the -,;* Guano Company at Lord Howe's Island, one day recommended ber to try Hitchens* ;' • Blood Restorer, as the remedy was just- ' becoming known at the Islands, through: • tbe advertisement of Oppermane's cure, » testified to the German Consul. Mrs ■:; Andrews readily yielded to the recomnjen- •_ datioD, and sent for two bottles to Mi- ;, Hiichens, Auckland. Within three weeks ' after using it she was able to rise and' ' walk with the use of the crutch, and the- '•. pain in the hip was entirely gone. The- ■ medicinal action vas truly marvellous, and ' her gratitude to Mr Hitchens is expressed- • f daily in her prayers thanking God for her ■ relief. "It is my firm belief that another two- < or three bottles—unfortunately uot ob- '■■'< tamable without long delay—would have "i wrought such a complete cure as to make; crutchea unnecessary. On my return to-■■• Lotd' Howe's Island, I shall take a stock- !; of this wonderful medicine, so that a.1 >i supply will never be quite out; for no- : ; words of mine can adequately express piy- <■> * faiih in its curative properties, after seeinjj- L tbe result of it in Mis Andrewa' case. *, " I am, dear Sirs, •' Yours faithfully, " Thos. Geo.Chas. Nichols, ■ j' "Master Mariner."' , . I certify to the correctness of the above- ' in every particular, Chaeles C. Pondek. Declared before me this 13th day. ot> January, ISS2. P. A. Phillips, J. P. - AGENCIES. We are Sole Agents and Importers of the undermentioned, viz.:— Head Bros. 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