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AN ENGLISH SHIP 307 |
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I will not attempt to paint the grief of my dear Elizabeth—it is the grief of a mother, silent and profound. Jack and Ernest are trying hard to pretend they are not crying, though their eyes are full of tears, and my own grief and heartfelt sorrow is, I must confess, but badly concealed.
I finish these few lines whilst the ship's boat is waiting. My sons will thus receive my last blessing. May God ever be with them. Adieu I |
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