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NZ Truth, Issue 889, 9 December 1922, Page 3

Though Minnie Dean showed no remorse m her speech or bearing, yet her conscience dragged upon her life. Her* ar« some lines written by her and found by the soarohing detectives during the investigations at The Larches: Ofy that my father had never on mo smiled. Oh, that my mother had never o'er me sung, Oh, that my cradle had never been rocked, v ßest that 1 had died when I was young. Oh, that the grave it were my bed, . My blankets were my winding sheet — The clocks and the worms my bedfellows, And, oh, sac sound as I should sleep! • Little did my mother think That day she cradled me, - ; What land I was to travel m . . ; Or what death I should dee.