John Bunyan in his prison cell, Ou Pilgrim’* Progress loved to dwell, And nearly all that startling tale He wrote while pining in a gaol. His work lives on though John succumbed. No doubt the damp his limbs had numbed, And gave him cold; Ms, death that’s sure. He'd not got Woods' Great Peppermint C.'ura.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue XXIII, 8 June 1901, Page 1092
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55Page 1092 Advertisements Column 1 New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue XXIII, 8 June 1901, Page 1092
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