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A tender mother I have been, Many troubles I have seen, And in this world I’ve done my best, And now my bones are hero at rest. ■ —Litton Cheney, Dorsot. And how the time of mortal man As like the withering hay. As like the flowers in far field bloom Full soon and fade <^way. —Abbotsbury, Dorset. In “The Mirror,” published in 1823, appeared the following two; We shall all die Shall we all die? All die shall we, Die all we shall. On a scold: Beneath this stone lies Arabella Young, Who on the 29th of May Bad learned to hold her tongue.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 21 February 1931, Page 4
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