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THE SORROWS O# ESTELLE LAM AGE, 401
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flowing had seen behind itfor the him church , and he , resting carved neither the hol nig y ht nor day until , as his , hol " y That work , however was ended , must . " have been long ago , " we observed ; " it
must have been a good many years before your time . But have you yourself Venelle " Certainl ever y cured witnessed I have , ladies letel any , " _miracxilous of she strange replied fits cure ; " of two ? cramp " years s and ago , swoonings poor Luc
which never was left him comp free for y ten days at a , time , until he had bathed in beneath water broug this tree ht from . He thi was s blessed almost weU a son , and to ni me ght , and and morning so dutiful * praye to his d ices in the
old mother too ! It is she who sells fruit and sp village ; may brown be j you ugs saw and her baskets cottage of cover fruit ed standing with a vine in it , . and Poor a win lad do , w he with is a
sailoror wasalas ! I fear we shall never again see his bright sunher burnt last , face hours , for , my spoke lamb several , my Blanche times as , if before he wer she e present passed . away I have , in
thought since lamb — !— ah , that I little it was thoug his ht irit then sent , from that she heaven was to going call away , my sp
poor Luc my , child , for poor . nearl I y have two thoug years ht . thi Ah s , because it is a no weary tidings sad ier have world ! come is this from !
May we all be ready to meet together in the happone " ' stubble a little Perceiving grey fields wooden that which we gate divided wer which e about the led cottage to out depart of of her , the the garden Hol old y woman Well into the and opened wide the
church Turning from roun the d village when . mid-way in the fields and looking back , we
saw The her sun still being watching hot , the us from dusk the y green little leafiness gate . of distant avenues
seen across the yellow dried up corn-fields attracted our footsteps .
The Sorrows O# Estelle Lam Age, 401
THE SORROWS O _# _ESTELLE LAM AGE , 401
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Feb. 1, 1859, page 401, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01021859/page/41/