May 1, 1720 - I Am Prepared To Swear That Mr. John Moore Cured My Blues
Whereas I Elizabeth Smith, dwelling in East Smithfield, over against the End of Well street, have been a long time miserably Afflicted with a lowness of Spirits, a loss of Appetite, a Pain in my Head, Back, and indeed almost in every Part of my Body, being reduc’d to that degree of Weakness, that for 17 Months successively, I was not able to sit up 2 Hours at a time (but must lye down,) I made use of all the Doctors I could hear of, according as my Circumstances would permit, then got to be an Out Patient to the Hospital; but finding little or no Relief, I apply’d my self to Mr JOHN MOORE, Apothecary, at the Pestle and Mortar in Abchurch Lane, who by his Tincture of Gold, with Antimony, perfectly cured me, as I am ready to attest upon Oath, if desired, April 27, 1720. Elizabeth Smith.
N.B. I paid him for his Medicines, and am under no Obligation, but doing him Justice and publick Good.
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