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VAIVNING A PAIR OF TROUSERS FOR MEDICINE. JAMESFRAXCIS TIIOMAS lives in Pontnewydd, near Pontypool Monmouthshire. He is now twenty-three years of age. living with his mother, a widow. Some eleven "years ago, then a mere boy, he went to work in the coal-pit as a miner, in order to assist his mother in rearing her family of little chil- dren. Soon, however, the little fellow broke down in health but the necessities ofthe family seemed to require it, and he continued to toil in the mines, suffering all the time from the effects of indigi stion, an agonising symptom being asthma, in such a troublesome form that the boy was unable to lie in bed. Working through the day, and resting as best he could in an arm-chair during ithe night naturally undermined his constitution. Year by year his health grew worse and worse, until at last, rheumatism came with all its dreadful agony. One joint after another became swollen and inflamed. so that he was obliged to stop work In this sad plight the now young man was confinedjto the house for two long years, suffering all that mortal could endure. One physician after another was called upon to treat his complaint, but with no benefit, for the poor fellow continued to grow worse and worse. Hoping to find some means of relief, a consultation of doctors was held, when it was decided that anorganic disease of the heart existed in an incurable form, and that medical aid could not afford relief. He was given up to die. These years of expensive medical treatment had exhausted the little savings of the mother, and they had no money even to buy the necessaries of life. But a fond mother never gives up in despair. There was one spark of hope left. Someone had told her of a remedy that had cured so many cases-even when as hopeless as this one seemed to be-and the mother's love went out for her dear boy. But how to get the medicine was the question. Their money was entirely gone. The boy had a now pair of trousers that he had been too ill to wear, had the mother rea«>ned within herself, If the boy is to die en will not nead them, so that I may as well pledge them for medicine with an effort to save his life." Strange as it may appear, the bottles of medicine procured at the chemist's shopat Pontypool with the money obtained from the pawn- broker effected a cure in this hopeless case, which had been pronounced as incurable. But it is only just to say that if thechemisthad known of the wants of the family the medicine could have been obtained without a visit to the pawnbroker. It is now nearly two years since this took place, and young James Francis Thomas has been working in the coal-pit underground ever since, earning extra pay for over-work, which he is able to perform. Of course he never had organic disease of the heart, as wan supposed. The palpitation, rheumatism, and asthma, were mere symptoms of the real disease, which was dyspepsia, or indigestion, for which the remedy was specially adapted. Those who wish to commu- nicate with this young man can write to him at the above address, and ho will vouch for the curative properties of Seigel's Syrup, the article that affectei this almost miraculous cure. The following letter is from a chemist, who thought the facts should be made known :—James Francis Thomas, of Pontnewyud, near Pontypool, age twenty-three, collier, was ill for nine years, unable to do any work for three years, never lay down in bed for nine years, had to sleep in a stooping posture, was treated by nearly all the doctors for miles around, who generally stated his com- plaint to berheumatismandheartdiseaseof a chronic nature, and beyond all power to cure. When hope had nearly died out he was persuaded to try Siegel's Syrup; and to the delight of his relatives and astonishment of his neighbours, after taking half a bottle he could lie down in bed. After taking one bottle he went to work. Has now taken two bottles, and on with the third, and is quite well and strong. His mother is in raptures, and can talk of nothing else but this marvellous cure, and wishes me to make it known.

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