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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THB

AIR.

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, but 1 have remarked"* at when a man tells the honest truth about himself he is all the more likely to be of use to bis fellow-creatures To begin, then, you must know I had long been more or less subject to attacks of bron* chitis, a complaint thajfc 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 b.lore. 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 La my limbs and back, I became greatly alarmed. I could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been a feeble, sickiy. man, I shou d have 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 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, "lam sorry to have to tell you you are getting worse !" This so frightened my friends, as weU as myself, that they said, " Thomas, you must go to tht Hospital : it may be your only chance for life I" But I didn't want to goto the hospital. Who does, when he tl 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 my 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 dash across my mind like a stream of sunshine m a cloudy day. I had heard and read about Mothe* 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 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 the bitter and poisonous humours m 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, with a natural appetite, and .13 1 ate I soon got strong and well.

I felt I could 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 people know it. And, therefore, hen I say I preach the good news of the great power of Seigel's Syrup to cure pain and disease far and wide, 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 the Proprietors, A. J. White, Limited, 35, Farringdon iroad, London. E. C. England.

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2201, 16 August 1889

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2201, 16 August 1889

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