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My object m writing is two-fold 1 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, 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 <?ve|: had before. It was probably brought on by catching cold, as we all are apto 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 a'armed, I could nei'her eat nor sleep If I had been a feeble, sicky. man, I shou'd have thought less strangely of it j but as, on the contrary, I was hearty and robusts I feared some new and terrible thing had got hold of me, which might make strength of pq avail against if. 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 I " This so frightened my frieeds, as well as myself, that they said " TTimnat, you must go to the Hospital '; it may be your only chance for ife !' But I didn't want to go to the hospital. Who does, when he tt inks he can possibly get along without it ? I am a laboring man, with a largp family depending on me for support, and I might almost as jycU be m my grave as to be laid on my back m a hospital unable to HfJ; 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 iJefgeJ's Curative Syrup, and I resolved, before consenting 'to'be fajken to the hospital, I would try that well-known remedy, On ttyis I' gave up the doctor's medicine and began taking the Syrup. Mark the wonderful result ! I had taken but three 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^ up. Continuing with the Syrup, the raofcinjf^ain, which I believe came from and joints,' soon left me entirely, and I the bitter and poisonous humours m my bjood felt like going to sleep, and 1 'did sleep sound and quiet. Then I felt hungry, with a natural appetite, and as I ate I soon got strong and well. ' 1 felt I cptfd leap through the air with delight In a week" I was able to go to my work again. It doesn't seem 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 pian and disease far and widef nobody will wonder at me. Thomas Canning; 75, Mjlitary.road, Canterbury, Kent. Mother Seigel's Curative Sypip ig for sale by all chemists and medicine vendors : and. by he Proprietors, A, G. White, limited, 35 1 Fumngdonireid, London, §. C, Engltnd. \\

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2063, 14 February 1889

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2063, 14 February 1889