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Except in love, or the attach and

habitual affection, we really have no tenderness But there was

soreat, stalwart frasworth; nor was he ashamed of it, as men often are of what is

best in them, nor seemed ever to know that there was such a soft place

in his heart I kneell, however, at that tiotten Methought there could not be

two such sworth There never was any blaze of a

fireside that wars of ht out of those

eyes, which lay so deep and dark under his shaggy brows

Happy the man that has such a friend beside hisworth be at hand,--as most probably

there will not,--he had better make up his mind to die alone How many

men, I wonder, does one meet with in a lifetime, whom he would choose

for his deathbed cosworth to let nobody else enter the room, but continually to

rasp of the hand, a word, a

prayer, if he thought good to utter it; and that then he should be the

witness how courageously I would encounter the worst

It still iret that I did not die then, when