WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2198, 13 August 1889, Page 3

WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL

HE COULD LSAP THROUGH THB

My object m writing Is two-fold j to express »jr gntitade for a freat t&nefit, and to tell a

short story which cannot ;iil to interest the feelings of many othci 8. I: s all about myself, but I have remarked at «-hen a man tell? the honest truth ab. ut ht.uself he is all the more likely to be of use to his fellow-creatures I To begin, then, you must know I had long been more or less sul jec to attacks of bronchitis, a complaint tl at you are aware is vti> common and trouble om? i» GreU Biitain m ' certain seasons of the year. Some months rgo 1 had a very severe lurn of it, worse, I think than I ever had I efore. It was probably, brought on by catcMng coUl, ns we all are apt to when we !■ ast expect it. Weeks passed liy, and my trnublo proved to be very okstinnu ■ t would not yield to medicine, and as I also began to hava violent racking pains m my •imbs and back, I became greUly a'arn.ed. 3 could nei her eat nor sleep If I had been a feeble, sickiy. man, I shou d have thought loss strangely of it ; but as, on the contrary. I was hearty and robust I fca'cd some new am! terrible thing had got hold of me, which might make strength of no aval against it. I say bat was the way I thought. Presently I could net even lie down for ihe 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 you are getting worse I" This so frightened my friends, as well as myself, thnt they said, " TAimas, you must go to the. Iftspital : it may he your only chanct for life 1" But I didn't want to goto the hospital. Who does, 'when he t ! inks he can possibly get along without it? I am a 1 boring 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 tor months, or God only knows 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 Mothei Seigel's Curative Syrup, and I resolved, befor consenting to bs taken to the hospital, 1 would try that well-known remedy. On this I gave up the doctor's medicine and began taking the >yrup. Mark tke 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 raoking pain, which I believe came from the bitter ard poisunous humours m my blood J and joints, soon left me entirely, and I felt like going to sleep, and I did sleep sound and quiet Then I felt hungry, wi'ha natural appetite, and .is 1 ate I soon got strong and well.

I felt I could leap through the air with delight

In a week I was able to co to my work again. Jt doesn't seem p ssible, yet it is true, and the peop^ know it*. And, therefore, hsn I say I pre-.ch the good news of the great power of Scigel's Syrup to cure pain and disease far and wide, nobody will wonder ai me

Thomas Canning 75, Military-road, Canterbury, Kent. Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup is for sale by all chemists and medicine vendors : and by the Proprietors, A. J. "White, Limited, 35, Farringdon >road, London, E. C, England.