Though Boreas on biting blast Howls from the Frozen Pole, And swept before him, flying past, The sullen storm-clouds roll. f Though coughs and colds are in his wake, Yet still I feel secure, And fear him not, because I take My WOODS' GREAT PEPPERMINT CURE.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXIII, Issue 33, 17 August 1905, Page 29
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63Page 29 Advertisements Column 1 New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXIII, Issue 33, 17 August 1905, Page 29
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