WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL
. . «, My object m writing is two-fold ; to expres 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 brott chitis, a complaint that you are aware is very common and troublesome m Great Britain m ' certain seasons of the year. Some months ago I 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 I would not yield to medicine, and aa I also began to have violent racking pains m r»y limbs and back, I became greatly alarmed, I could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been a eeble, sicky. man, I shou d have thought less strangely of it ; 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 no avail against it. I say hat was the way I thought. But i didn't want to go to the hospital, Who does, when he t v inks he can possibly get along without it ? I am a laboring man, with a large family depending on me for support, and I might almost as well be m ray grave as to be laid on my back m a hospital unable to lift a hand tor 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. Soigel's Curative Syrup, and I 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 ;->yru r . Mark the won-erful 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 it up. Continuing with the Syrup, the racking pain, which I believe came from and joints, soon left me entirely, and I the bitter and poisonous humours m my blood felt like going to sleep, and I did sleep sound and quiet. Then I felt hungry, wifh a natural appetite, and as I ate I soon got strong and well.
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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2146, 12 June 1889
WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2146, 12 June 1889
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