The Old Silver Spoon

How fresli to my mlnd are the daye of my sirknesH, Wueu I tossed me in paln.all fevered and Hore ; l'he burning, the nausea, the slaking and wenk nes. And even the oíd poon that my medicine bore. The old sllver spoon, the faiolly npoon, Tlie slck-uhamber spoon ihai mv medicine boro. How loth were my fever parched lipa to recetve It , How imuseous the stuff that It bore to my totitrne, And the palu at my luwards, oh, nauglil OOOld rrllKve It, ThouRh tearsof disgunt lrom ray eyeball It wruiiK The old sflver spoon, Hip medicino npoon, How uwful the sluff that U lft "" my tongue. Sucli the pffi-ct of nnuaeoiiB, griplng medioine whlch make tbe Kck-rpom a memory of horror. Df. Pierce'a IMtMisant 1'iirL'ntive Pellets, on the contrary, are email, sutcar-eoated. t'üsy to tuke, jmrely vearetable nnd perfectly eITective. Qnly 2" ceota i vial.