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time, as he passes us. has a doves Wing,
unsoiled, and Swift.” [End of indent]
O how Sick was poor Lydia last year this day, no Strength of constitution can withstand the Stroke of death, when he aims the blow, the physicians skill – his drugs and restorations are of no avail, they lose their healing influence and refuse there Wanted support to the springs of life
the dearest ties that bind man to earth are sundered, through We loved as jonathan and David, Yet will death ere long shroud the object of our affections in the dark tomb, and Wrest the blessings of life our Embrace.
the Assembly’s cateehism Lydia and my Self Said this all Most Evry Sabbath Eving and all our Hymn. We could Say Great many. I love to Say them and I never was more happy It brought to my mind our children all around me as usal on the Sabbath Eving, and great many chase of the bible by heart,