ings due to cancer of the uterus. She was then suffering from
repeated hemorrhages, and other symptoms. They gave her palliative
treatment, and told her that to interfere with the morbid growth would
only shorten her life, and that by leaving it alone she might live
several years. By and by the hemorrhages ceased and she passed the
change of life, but she continued to be troubled with a sensation of
fullness in the pelvis, pains in the back, and frequent headaches. On
examination we found not a cancer, but a large polypus, as represented
in Fig. 21, which had caused all the trouble. It was quickly removed,
without pain, and her health restored. Thus, through an error of
diagnosis, she was made to suffer physically and mentally for ten, long
years of her life, in constant dread of a horrible death.

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TESTIMONIALS.

While we have a great cloud of witnesses testifying to the efficacy of
our treatment of the diseases described in this volume, yet for lack of
space we can here introduce only the following:

LARGE FIBRO-CYSTIC TUMOR.

[Illustration: Miss Duke.]

PRONOUNCED INCURABLE BY MANY EMINENT SURGEONS. HEALTH RESTORED AND TUMOR
REMOVED WITHOUT CUTTING.

WORLD'S DISPENSARY MEDICAL, ASSOCIATION, Buffalo, N.Y.:

_Gentlemen_--I cheerfully send you the following testimonial, and hope
it may induce some sick person to seek relief where it is sure to be
found.

We never truly appreciate health until it forsakes us.

For six years, I suffered all the tortures and fears attendant on the
growth and development of a fibro-cystic tumor. I tried to have the
tumor removed, but found it impossible. I had the very best medical
advice the South affords, but every physician rendered the same verdict,
'incurable.' How that word, for months, rang in my ears--'INCURABLE.' It
seemed stamped on my mind in letters of fire. What I suffered, both in
mind and body, cannot be imagined. But for my unbounded faith in God's
goodness and mercy, I doubt not, I would have given up and died. But I
trusted in Him to direct me in the way to find relief. One hope stood
out before me like a beacon light; and that was to find the means to go
to Buffalo, N.Y., to Dr. Pierce's famous Invalids' Hotel and Surgical
Institute. At last the opportunity came, and I bid my loved ones a sad
farewell, (not one of them ever expected to see me again, alive) and
with a sister to relieve me of every care on the journ