CURING A COLD. 



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I finally concluded to visit San Francisco, and the first day I got there, a lady 

 at the hotel told me to drink a quart of whisky every twenty-four hours, and a 

 friend up town recommended precisely the same course. Each advised me to 

 take a quart ; that made half a gallon. I did it, and still live. 



Now, with the kindest motives in the world, I offer for the consideration of 

 consumptive patients the variegated course of treatment I have lately gone 

 through. Let them try it : if it don't cure, it can't more than kill them. 



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