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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 332, September 20, 1828 by Various
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From statue-like despair the Count did start;
He tore his matted locks from off his head,
And bit his arms, for grief so wrung his heart.
His two surviving babes drew near and said,
(Thinking 'twas hunger's thorn which caus'd his smart,)
"Dear sire, you gave us life, to you we give
Our little bodies--feed on them and live!"

Like two bruis'd lilies, soon they pin'd away,
And breath'd their last upon their father's knee;
Despair and Famine bow'd him to their sway;
He died--here ends this Count's dark tragedy.
Whoso would read this tale more fully may
Consult the mighty bard of Italy;
Dante's high strain will all the sequel tell,
So courteous, friendly readers, fare ye well.

P. HENDON.

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A LAPLANDER'S FAREWELL TO THE SETTING SUN.

_(For the Mirror.)_


Adieu thou beauteous orb, adieu,
Thy fading light scarce meets my view,
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