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New Zealand Mail, Issue 1536, 7 August 1901, Page 65

f | above is a faithful likeness of the man who says that rheumatism is an invention of the. devil. He is a gentleman and a scholar; speaks several languages, and has got the biggest foot in Australia. He is very wealthy and good-looking; has plenty of friends, but his clothes don’t fit him. He has-completely used up every profane word in the colonial and other languages, still he is not happy. He says there is enough thoroughbred agony and hellish torture in his foot to kill every sinner in creation. He has been a Member of Parliament, a Minister of the Crown, and an Aiderman, but does not remember having done anything to deserve his sufferings. He has always been devout; and at one period of his life was a government contractor. He has tried all doctors and nearly everything under the sun, but the villain still pursues him. He tells everybody that trying to cure rheumatism is like trying to shovel wind off roof. Or trying to get a sinecure in the Civil Service without friends in the House, or marrying into a high-toned family. He says that rheumatism cannot be cured. His grandfather told him so. And he thinks that settles it. He is sadly mistaken. It is a fact that in ST. JACOB'S OIL a remedy has been found which relieves and cures rheumatism, just as sure as the sun shines in the Heavens. It is used externally. It conquers pain. It goes right to the spot. It cures when everything else has failed. It penetrates to the seat of the disease. It is simple. It is safe. It is certain. It is ON SALE EVERYWHERE.