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36 A LOST CHOKD.
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IV.—A LOST CHOKD.
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Seated I was one day and at the ill Orga...
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This Is Not To Be A Paper On Emigration....
"We can only add in conclusion our sincere regret that men should be found either in England or in Australiawho for so lengthened a
period could watch the working of these brave , women , bear testimony to their usefulness , and rectify the evils arising from strange and
inexperienced surgeons , and know that the same causes must produce the same effects under the management of inexperienced and
strange matrons , so long , and yet offer no helping hand , paying them even sums in lower the matter than the of p lowest hysical cabin want - boy 1 on on an deck equality , and with placing the them emi- ,
grants themselves . How the matter , will be eventually decided we cannot venture to predict ; but any further information that may be
required can be obtained from Miss Layton _, the obliging secretary of the British Ladies' Emigration Society , 51 Upper Charlotte Street ,
, Fitzroy Square .
M . S . R .
36 A Lost Chokd.
36 A LOST CHOKD .
Iv.—A Lost Chokd.
IV . —A LOST CHOKD .
Seated I Was One Day And At The Ill Orga...
Seated I was one day and at the ill Organ at ease
And Over my the weary fingers noisy , wandered keys . idly ,
I do Or no what t know I was what dreaming I was p then laying , ,
But Like I struck the sound one chord of a great of music Amen , . It Like flooded the the close crimson of an twilight Angel ' s Psalm , And it fevered t
With lay a touch on my of infinite sp calm iri . It Like quieted love pain overcoming and sorrow strife
It seemed the harmonious echo ; From our discordant life . . It In linke to one d all perfect _perplexed meanings
And As trembled if it were away loth peace into to cease , silence . , 1 have sought , and I seek it vainly ,
That That came one from lost chord the soul divine of the , Organ And entered into mine .
It " Will may be spe that ak in Death that chord ' s brigh again t Angel
—It I may shall hear that that only grand in Heaven Amen , .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1860, page 36, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031860/page/36/
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