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Rh Wept? why?

Oh!… death itself is hardly terrible,… —But, ne'er to see her more! That is death's sting! —For… I shall never…

We shall…

I mean, you…

Give me that letter!

Who goes there? Hallo!

What is it!

'Tis a carriage!

In the camp? It enters!—It comes from the enemy! —Fire!—No!—The coachman cries!—What does he say? —'On the King's service!'