MOST RESPECTED SIR,

Being clearly convinced, from a proper use of my reasoning

faculties, that it is perfectly consistent with probability and good

sense to believe that one medicine, made of I don't know what, by I

don't know who, is certain to cure every disorder, and is equally

efficacious in all ages and constitutions, from the infant of a week

old, to the old man of eighty; and being, moreover, equally well

convinced that it is quite unreasonable to place any sort of trust

or dependence on the prescriptions of men of scientific education,

who have merely devoted their whole lives to the medical

profession;—and, further, being struck with the astounding fact, and

exceeding likelihood, that an universal panacea could only be

reserved for those who are quite innocent of all medical knowledge,

and whose perfect disinterestedness is manifested by their being

contented with the trifling remuneration derived from the credulity

of the British public;—I say, Sir, for all these reasons I have

become a zealous advocate of the Hy-gee-wo-ian medicines.

Having been appointed your agent, and, therefore, influenced, like

yourself, by the most disinterested motives, I make it a point to

recommend them on all occasions, and always in sufficiently large

doses, on which I observe you lay peculiar stress; and very justly:

for does it not follow, as a matter of course, that if six pills do

a certain quantity of good, six thousand must, as a natural

consequence, do six thousand times as much more good, and the

patient must be six thousand times the better for them? There are

some censorious folks who insinuate that the more pills I sell the

more money I get by them; but I need not assure you that, in this

respect, my motives are quite as disinterested as your own.

Yours ever to command,

FRANCIS FLEECE'EM.

_P.S._—Please to send me a dozen wagon loads of No. 1 Pills, and the

same of No. 2 Pills, as early as possible. I hand you the following

cases, which have come under my own knowledge:—

* * * * *

_To the Haygent for the Morising Pils._

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