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New York Weekly
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v. 32 no. 38
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New York Weekly, v. XXXII, no. 38, August 6, 1877 (Issue) |
Author: |
Constant, Faith
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Date: |
August 6, 1877 |
First Sentence: |
A white crape streamer on the door-bell proclaims the house across the way to be one of mourning, and such indeed it is, for little Willie, around whom so many cherished hopes and bright prospects clustered, lies cold and pale as a marble statue, with little dimpled hands folded over his pulseless heart, and his beautiful eyes closed upon earth, to open in Heaven. |
Last Sentence: |
And there form all life's storms is sheltered evermore. |
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