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...spent, I learned, at last; submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 4. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more ; Children...to school along the public way, Delighted with my bawble coach, and wrapped"1 In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped,™ Tis now become a history...

...received from his cousin his mother's picture,' and among other lines, equally affecting, says : — " 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives...

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...sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives...