DIALOGUE BETWEEN DISEASE AND ONE

 OF HIS VICTIMS.
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 VICTIM. Tell me- thou who towards the tomb Bearest beauty in its bloom And with arrows from Deaths quiver kain would pierce ebraIn-stomach-liveF :- Tell me dread DISEASE, say, What will drive thee from thy prey! Medicines of all kinds I've tried All in vain, (the vendors lied,l Change of air, and change of diet, Exercise, excitement quiet, Each and all I've tried in vain Still thy hold thou dost retairi Lastly though with little hope They can with thy torments cope; Peters Pills Pm going to take.

 DISEASE. Hold! hold! hold for mercy's sake, Sooner might the sparrow dare The proud monarch of the air Than DISEASE the onset brave, Of those bafflers of the grave; L6! fly with all my ills, Lo! I yield to Peter's Pills. For Sale at the Sign of sDRUGs & MEDICINES; B South street,