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You. B. FRANKLIN. CAPTAIN FALCONER. A BALLAD OF SIR JOHN FRANKLIN. FROM A FORTHCOMING VOLUME OF POEMS BY THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES. [Just Published in London.] NOTHING.
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