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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

HE COULD LSAP THROUGH THE

AIR.

My object in writirjg 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 othe;B. It is all about myself, but I have remarked at 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 bron« chitis, a complaint thajfcyou ate aware is very common and troublesome in Great Britain in 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 apt 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 in my limbs and back, I became greatly alarn.ed. I could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been a feeble, sickiy. man, I shou'dhave thought less strangely of it ; but as, on the contrary, I was hearty and robust 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. Presently I coujd 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, "lam sorry to have to tell you you are getting worse 1" This so frightened my friends, as well as myself, that they said, j " Thomas, you must go to tht Hospital ; it may be your only chance for life I" But I didn't want to go to the hospital. Who docs, when he thinks he can possibly get along without it ? I am a laboring roan, with a large family depending on me for support, and I might almost as well be in my grave as to be laid on my back in a hospital unable to lift a hand lor months, or God only knows how long. Right at this point I had a thought flash across my mind like a stream of sunshine in a cloudy day. I had heard and read about Mothci Seigel'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 Syrup. Mark the wonderful result ! I had taken but three doses wilhin 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 the bitter and poisonous humours in my blood and joints, soon left me entirely, and I felt like going to sleep, and I did sleep sound and quiet. Then I felt hungry, wi'ha natural appetite, and .13 1 ate I soon got strong and well.

I felt I could leap thrtugh the air with delight In a week I was able to go to my work again. 1 1 doesn't seem possible, yet it is true, and the people know it. And, therefore, ■ hen I say I preach tha good, news 5 of the great pWer of Seig'cTs Syrup to cure pain and

diseAss far and wide, nobody will wonder a! me

Thomas Canning 75, Mililary-roi'l, Canterbury, Kent.

Mother SeigeVs Curative Syrtip is for sa'c by all chemists and medicine vendors : and l>y the Proprietors, A. J. White, Limited, 35, Farnngdon.-road, T.ondon, F.. •■.'., Euglan-U

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2200, 15 August 1889

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2200, 15 August 1889

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