SIXTY YVEARS AFTER 33
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ot the Hall to-night, my grandson! Death andSilence hold their own.Leave the Master in the first dark hour of his last sleep alone. Worthier soul was he than I am, sound and honest,rustic Squire,Kindly landlord, boon companion — youthful jealousy is a liar. Cast the poison from your bosom, oust the mad-ness from your brain.Let the trampled serpent show you that you have not lived in vain.
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