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THE BANE AND ANTlDOTE.-
Disease, and all his grisly train,
Are now upon the wing again.
Wrap'd in, thick fogs chilling showers,
They come, to rack these frames OF ours.
I.o Bilious Cholic leads the van,
The mortal enemy Of man:
Dyspepsia marches by his side,
Seizng victim at each stride.
Rheumatic goGt, and Pleurisy,
For their dread share put in plea.
Ague and Fever, Cough. Catarrh,
Are armed TO carry on the war
While fierce Consumption--form Of fear
Cuts off the stragglers in the rear.
Colds intermittents indammations
OF every denomination,


Morbid disorders Of liver
Diseases Of the vital river,
That, wandering through the maize Of veins
The system succors aud nlstans-
Are at this season all too rife,
And Vampire-iike, their food 10 life.
Diseases seeds arr IN the air.
For their dread contact then PREPARED!
As Jackson laughed at British brags,
Ensconced behind his cotton bags,
And, knowing how his guns to train,
Swept the invaders from the plain
So you may laugh at deadliest ills,
IL your defence is PETERS PILLS!
They sweep disease away ut once,
As surely as Old Hichory's guns
And, like the foes taught to fly,
They never come back their luck to try.
Cholic, Dyspepsia, Fevers, Chs-
Avaunt My spell is PETERS PILLS.
laiNcIrAL OyFIcE i25 Fulton oser Of Nassau street.
OIL imem ~4Na