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15. Young children allied for bread, and no man break it unto thern — they faid to their mothers, When will our father return— when fliall we fee the face of our father? — They looked through the Lit'cice — they faw not him whom their fouls de fired 1
16. Alas! he will never return! — the eye that hath feen him fhail fee him no more!— he is gone down to the (tones of the pit — he fell by the hand of the enemy — the fword of the warrior pierced him through — the forrows of death encompafled him round about!
1 7. Tell it not in Lud! publiih it not in the flreets thereof, left the daughters of Albion rejoice! lefl the daughters ct Britain triumph!
1 8. Let not thy foul be cad down for thefe thing?, O man! To die is the common lot of humanity, the great birth-right of the fons of Adam!
1 9. Therefore, if while thou art ffruggling through the ocean of this world, rough Ptorixis
