One piece, legs, arms, body and may God ever bless you. B. FRANKLIN. CAPTAIN FALCONER. A BALLAD OF SIR JOHN FRANKLIN. FROM A FORTHCOMING VOLUME OF POEMS BY GEORGE H. BOKER. "The ice was on board.
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