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HE COULZ? LEA ? THROUGH THE My object m writing is two-iu.'* ; to «P*«» my gratitude for a great benefit, and to uL 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 j 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 j been more or less subject to attacks of bron[chitis, a complaint thatyou are aware is very j common and troublesome m Great Britain m I certain seasoni of the year. Some months ago J h.»d a very severe tw> of it, wprfc, I tbjqfc

0 than I ever had before. It was probably, ' _ brought on by catching cold, as we all are apt ] to when we least exptct it. Weeks passed by, " and my trouble proved to be very obstinate j ■* it would not yield to medicine, and as I also * began to have violent racking pains m noy * limbs and back, I became greatly alarmed. b could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been f feeble, sickiy. man, I should have thought less strangely of it ; but as, on the contrary, I was hearty and robust I feared seme new and £ terrible thing had got hold of me, which migh) ? make strength of so avail against it. I say . hat was the way I thought. j Presently I could not even lie down for the j 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 J you are getting worse 1" This so frightened my friends, as well as myself, that they said, " Thomas ; you must go if tht Hospital : it may ■ be your only chance for life J" f But I didn't want to go to the hospital. Who does, when he thinks 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 mmy 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 Mothd Seigel's Curative Syrup, and I resolved, before consenting to be taken to the hospital, 1 would try that well-known remedy. On this I gave up the doctor's medicine and began taking the oyrup. Mark the wonderful result t 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 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 1 lelt hungry, with a natural appetite, and as I ate I soon got strong and well. / felt I could leap through tht 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, hsn I say I preach the good news of the great power oi bcigel'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, Famngdomroad, London, £. C., England.

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2224, 12 September 1889

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WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2224, 12 September 1889