WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

Otago Witness, Issue 1915, 3 August 1888, Page 26

WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR.

My object in writing is twofold : to express my gratitude for a great benefit, and to tell a short story which cannct fail to interest the feelings of many others. It is all about myself, but I have remarked that 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 bronchitis, a complaint that you are 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 my catching cold, as we are all apt to do 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 alarmed. I could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been a feeble, sickly man, I should 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 my strength of no avail against it. I say, that 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, " I am sorry to have to tell you that you are getting worse ! " This so frightened my friends, as well as myself, that they said, " Tliomas, you must go to the Hospital; it may be your only chance for life! "

But I didn't want to go to the hospital. Whu does, when he thinks he can possibly get along without doing it ? lam a labouring man, 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 for months, or God only knows how long. Right at this point I bad a thought flash across my mind like a streak of sunshine in a cloudy day. I had heard and read a good deal about Mother Seigel's Carativ'e Syrup, and I resolved, before consenting to be taken to the hospital I wonld 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 poison 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, with a 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 ge to my work again. It doesn't seem possible, yet it is true, and the neighbours know it. There are plenty of witnesses to prove ifc. And, therefore, when 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.

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