WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1941, 10 September 1889, Page 4

WHY HE DID NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

HE COULD LEAP THROUGH THE AIR. My object in writing is twofold : to express ray gratitude for a great benefit, and to tell a short story whioh cannot fail to interest the feelings of many others. It is all about myself, but I have remarked that when a man tolls tho honest truth about himself ho is all the more likely to be of use to hie fellow creatures. To begin, then, you must know I had been long more or less subject to attacks of bronchitis, a complaint that you are aware is very common and troublesome in Groat 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; bht as, on tho contrary I was hearty and robust, I feared some new and terrible thing had got. bold of me, which might make ray strength of no avail-against it, T i»y, that, was tho w&y 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 toll you that you are getting worse!’’ This so frightened my friends, as well as tnyfolf, that they said “ THOMAS, YOU MUST GO TO THB HOBPITAX,; IT MAY BE YOUR ONLY Change fob Life!’ 1

Bat I didp’t, want to fro to the hospital. Who does, when he thinks he can possibly pel; along without it P lam a laboring man. with a large family depending on me for support, and I might a’moet 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 had 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 Curative Syrup, and I resolved, before consenting to be taken to the hospital, I would try that well-known remedy. On this I gave up' the doctor’s medicine and began taking the Syrup. Mark the wonderful result I I had taken but three doses within twenty-four hours when I was seised with : a fit of coughing, and threw up the phlegm.and mucous 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 humors in my blood and j oints, soon loft 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 1 ate I soon got strong and well, “ I FEIiT I COXTXiD LEAP THKOUGH|THB Aie 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 neighbors know it. There are plenty of witnesses to prove it. And, therefore, whan 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. Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup is for sale by all chemists and medicine vendors j and by the Proprietors, A. J. White. Limited, 35, Farringdon Road, London, E.G., England.