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My object m writing is two-fold ; to express my gratitude for a great benefit, and to tell a short story which cannot fail to interest the feelings of many others. It is all about myself, j but I have remarked that when a man tells the honest truth about himself he is all the more likely to be of use to his fellow-creatures. To begin, then, you must know I had long been more or less subject to attacks of bronchitis, a complaint that you are aware is very common and troublesome m Great Britain m certain seasons of the year. Some months ago I had a very severe turn of it, worse, I think, than I ever had before. It was probably brought on by catching cold, as we all are ap* to when we least expect it. Weeks passed by, and my trouble proved to be very obstinate, It would not yield to medicine, and as I also began to have violent racking pains m my limbs and back, I became greatly alarmed. I could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been a feeble, sicky. man, I shou d have thought less strangely of it ; bnt as, on the contrary, I was hearty and robusts I feared seme new and terrible thing had got hold of me, which might make strength'of no aval against it. I say, hat was the way I thought. Presently I could not even lie down for the pain all over my body, I asked my doctor what he thought of my condition, and he frankly said, •■ I am sorry to have to tell you that you are getting worse 1 " This so frightened my fneeds, as well as myself, that they said " Thomas, you mutt go to the Hospital; it may be your only ohanoe for ife\" But I didn't want to goto the hospital. Who does, when he tMnks he can possibly get along without it ? I am a laboring man, with a large family depending ou me for support, and I might almost as well be m my grave as to be laid on my back, m a hospital unable to lift a hand for months, or God only knows how long. Right at this point I had a thought flash across my mind like a stream of sunshine m a cloudy day. I had heard and read about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and f resolved, before consenting to be taken to the hospital, I would try that well-known remedy. On this I gave up the doctor's medicine and began taking the byrup. Mark the wonderful result I I had taken but Jhree doses within twenty-four hours when I was seized with a fit of coughing, and threw up the phlegm and mucus off* my chest by the mouthful. The Syrup had loosened and broken it up. Continuing with the Syrup, the raoking pain, which I believe came from and JQiqt§, soorj left me entirely, an! I the bitter and prisonous humours m my blood felt like going to sleep, "and I'djd §Je/»p sound and quiet. Then I felt hungry, wi*h a natural appetite, and as I ate I soon got strong and well. 1 felt I con 1 A leap through the air with delight In a week I was able to go to my work again. It doesn't sgern possible, yet it is true, and the neighbours know it. And, therefore, when I say I preach the good news of the great power! of Seigel's Syrup to cure pain and disease far and widef nobody will wonder at me. Thomas Canning* 75, Military-road, Canterbury, Kent, Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup is for sale by all chemists and medicine vendors : and by he Proprietors, A. G. White, Limited, 35 Farnngdoniroad, London, E. C., England. (I

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VIII, Issue 2027, 3 January 1889

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR Ashburton Guardian, Volume VIII, Issue 2027, 3 January 1889