3-077-873 - The Print Collector/Heritage Images

Advertisement for Beecham's Pills, 1890. 'A little child lay on her bed of pain, With deep blue eyes, and wealth of golden hair, Longing that Summer hours would come again, With all their sunshine and their pleasures fair. With ministry of quiet, tender love, The mother watched beside her as she lay, A message came-O joy, all joys above! It turned her sadness into brightest day. It told of certain cure - what words of cheer For weary sickness and all mortal ills! Returning health soon blessed the child so dear, Who gladly took a box of "BEECHAM'S PILLS." A maiden in life's Springtime, faint and weak, And smitten down by fell Consumption's hand, The hectic flush upon her fair young cheek, That piteous scourge of this our northern land. She read the tidings scattered far and wide, And brightest hopes began her heart to fill, Came back to health to be a beauteous bride...An old man in the Winter of his days, With laboured breath, and many a bitter pain, Tried the same cure - a cure beyond all praise, And seemed to live his younger life again. For all the pains that mortals can beset, 'Mid life's sad changes, and all its numerous ills, One remedy unfailing we have yet, Thank kindly Heaven for BEECHAM'S Marvellous PILLS'. From "Illustrated London News", 1890.