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CURIOUS ADVERTISEMENTS OR THE
Phi—lo—so-—fie—sirs.—-—“ Heaven gives a will:—
then directs the way.” Honor your Maker:—And “ Be
swift to hear : slow—to—speak :—or—wrath.” Leave off
deforming:—each—himself—reform: wear—the—marks-
of—men: In-con-tes-ti-ble! Jesus—did not shave:—for
He—knew better. Had it been proper—our chins should
be bare, would hair—be put there:—by wise Jehovah?
“ Who—made—all—things—’good.”
Fistula:—and—Piles, by the l^elp of God—we eradicate.
Having wit enough-—to heal those eomplaints, my small fee
must be—twelve heavy guineas : large, s£r-score thousand:
We mean 2 pr. cent, on five years profit —put it in rou-
leaus, of an hundred each.— Come from ten till one:-—for-
J—go—to—none.
Sympathising— Minds !—<c Blessed are they that con-
sider the poor.” Kings,—Princes,—Dukes,—Lords,—
Knights,—Esquires,—Ladies,—a Or the Lord knows who,”
are hapless mortals!—Many do need meto give them
comfort! Am not I—the first—healer (—at this Day—)
of bad Fistulae ? (—With—an handsome Beard—) like
Hippocrates ! The combing—I sell—one guinea—each
hair: (—Of use to the Fair; that want fine children:—
I can-—tell them how-it—is a secret.—■) Some,—‘-are
quite—auburn--—; others,-silver white:—full—half-
quarter—long, growing (—day, and night,—) only-
fifteen—months ! Ye must hither come, (—As I go to
none—) and bring—one per cent, of five years profit:—
that’s my settled fee: it—shall be return’d if I do apt cure
(—In a little time—) the worst Fistulae: let who will-
have fail’d! Lie telling—is bad sotting—makes folk
sad ! See (—Ananias—) Beginning Acts V. Pot-i-cary
—bow—thy—friz’d—mealy pate! “ Despisers,—behold*—
wonder—and perish!” “ God—gives grace to man! Glory
—be to God ! He—doth all things well!”
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CURIOUS ADVERTISEMENTS OR THE
Phi—lo—so-—fie—sirs.—-—“ Heaven gives a will:—
then directs the way.” Honor your Maker:—And “ Be
swift to hear : slow—to—speak :—or—wrath.” Leave off
deforming:—each—himself—reform: wear—the—marks-
of—men: In-con-tes-ti-ble! Jesus—did not shave:—for
He—knew better. Had it been proper—our chins should
be bare, would hair—be put there:—by wise Jehovah?
“ Who—made—all—things—’good.”
Fistula:—and—Piles, by the l^elp of God—we eradicate.
Having wit enough-—to heal those eomplaints, my small fee
must be—twelve heavy guineas : large, s£r-score thousand:
We mean 2 pr. cent, on five years profit —put it in rou-
leaus, of an hundred each.— Come from ten till one:-—for-
J—go—to—none.
Sympathising— Minds !—<c Blessed are they that con-
sider the poor.” Kings,—Princes,—Dukes,—Lords,—
Knights,—Esquires,—Ladies,—a Or the Lord knows who,”
are hapless mortals!—Many do need meto give them
comfort! Am not I—the first—healer (—at this Day—)
of bad Fistulae ? (—With—an handsome Beard—) like
Hippocrates ! The combing—I sell—one guinea—each
hair: (—Of use to the Fair; that want fine children:—
I can-—tell them how-it—is a secret.—■) Some,—‘-are
quite—auburn--—; others,-silver white:—full—half-
quarter—long, growing (—day, and night,—) only-
fifteen—months ! Ye must hither come, (—As I go to
none—) and bring—one per cent, of five years profit:—
that’s my settled fee: it—shall be return’d if I do apt cure
(—In a little time—) the worst Fistulae: let who will-
have fail’d! Lie telling—is bad sotting—makes folk
sad ! See (—Ananias—) Beginning Acts V. Pot-i-cary
—bow—thy—friz’d—mealy pate! “ Despisers,—behold*—
wonder—and perish!” “ God—gives grace to man! Glory
—be to God ! He—doth all things well!”
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