WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2057, 7 February 1889, Page 3

WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR

My object m writing is two-fold ;to express ( my gratitude for a great benefit, and to tell a short story which cannot fail to interest, the « feelings of many others . It is all about myself, bi)t I have remarked that when a man tells the honest trgth about hjmgelf be is a.ll 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 m Great Britain m certain seasons of the year. Some months ago J had a very severe turn of it, worse, I think, than I §yer had before, Jt was probably brought on by catching cold, as we al) are apj to when we least expect it. Weeks passed by, arid my trouble proved to be very obstinate, It would not yield to medicine, and as I also began to have violent racking pains ia my limbs and baok, I became greatly alarmed, I could neither eat nor sleep. If I had been a feeble, sicky. man, I shou d have thought less strangely of it ; but as, on the contrary, I was hearty and robusts I feared some new and terrible tbing had got hold of me, which might make strength of do avail against it. I say, hat was the way I thought. Prggenjly J could not even lie down for the pain all over ray 'body. I askpd, my flogtor what he thought of my condition, and fte 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 " Thomas, you must go to the Hospital ; it may be your only chance for ifsV But i didn't want to goto 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 m my grave as to be laid on my back m a hospital unable to lift a hand for months, or Gqd only know? 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 Mother Spjgel's Curative Syrup, and I resolved, before consenting to be Jaken to the hospital, I would try that well-knowh remedy. On this I gave up the doctor's medicine and began taking th<J Syrup. Mark the wonderful result I 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 and joints, soon left me entirely, and I the bitter and poisonous humours m my blood 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. 1 felt I could leap through the 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 neighbours know it. And, therefore, when I say I preach the good news of the great powisr; of Seigel's Syrup tq cure fltfn and disease far and widef nobody will wonder at me. Thomas Canning: *t 5, Military-road, Canterbury, . Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup is for sale by all chemists and medicine vendors : and by he Proprietors, A. G, White, Limited, 35 Farringdoniroad, London, E. C, England. (I