QUOTATIONS AND NOTES.
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This and the following poem were written (the first of them at my request, for a Novel) by a lady whose death in her thirty-sixth year was a subject of the deepest concern to all who knew her.
Would to God the last line which my regret on that loss, drew from me, had been prophetic—and that my heart had indeed been cold, instead of having suffered within the next twelve months after that line was written, a deprivation which has rendered my life a living death.
The Oak, and, in sheltered situations, the Beech, retain the leaves of the preceding year till the new foliage appears.
