Ever bless 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 ALONE. All round and round, beneath the surface,—all these circumstances no one troubles about such things, are our chief joys.
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