{"newspaper_name": "The New York herald.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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One morning at her toilet sat
maiden quite disconsolate-


And as she looked upon her skin,


With deep red pustules ever glowing,
And felt the secret grief Within,


From hopes all blasted sadly flowing
She wept, TO think her once fair face


Should e'er have lost its glorious grace
How happy,n exclaimed this weeping msid
- " Are the Joyous beings whose pmpes fade
At Gouratid's touch, as ripe blossoms fall
Though mine the lotions Of earth and sea-
And many soaphas been tried by me -.
One cake Of Lotwaud's is worth them all!
Cooling and soft is his beautiful Soap,
And sweetly imbued with the odors Of hope,
And under IL influence morphew fall. -
Though there's many lotion that promises lair,
IL Is only TO plunge In deeper despair
And the blest can tell with triumphant air.


How the sweet Soar OF Goursud ercels them all.
Go, wing thy flight from store to store,
From street to street. and from door TO door,
From Bond street unto busy Wall
Take all the cosmetics OF all the spheres,
And multiply each through endless years, .
Thine, peerless Gcura.d, 10 worth thsm all ~.
Remember Dr.. 0s Medcatsd Soap, Poudrs Auhtils Hal
Dye &c. are 10 be found only his depot Walker street