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I never saw the man whom you describe.

'Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother.

Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be, That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady, As often as I think of those dear times When you two little ones would stand at eve On each side of my chair, and make me learn All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk