WHY HE DID WOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2202, 17 August 1889, Page 3

WHY HE DID WOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THS 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 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 01 less subject to attacks of bronchitis, a complaint that you are aware is very common and troublesome m Gre-.t 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 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 m my limbs and back, I became greatly alarmed. 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 tbing 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 paia all over my body. I asked my doctor what he thought o f my condition, and he frankly said, •' I am sorry to have to tell you you are getting worse I" This so frightened my friends, as well as myself, that they said, " Thomas, you viustgo to tht Hospital : it may beymtr only chance for life 1" But I didn't want to goto the hospital. Who does, when he t\ 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 flash 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 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 m my blood and joints, soon left me entirely, ani I felt like going to sleep, and I did sleep sound and quiet. Then I felt hungry, wi'ha natural appetite,, and as I 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. Jt doesn't seem possible, yet it is true, and the people know it. And, therefore, hen lsay 1 preach the good news of the great power of seigel's Syrup to cure pain and disease fat and wide, nobody will wonder at me Thomas Canning 75, Military-road, Canterbury, Kent. Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup is for saTe by all chemists and medicine vendors : and by the Proprietors, A. J. White, Limited, 35, Famngdon.road, London, E. C., England.