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39 A fellow tale of sorrow. From his youth

James, though not sickly, yet was delicate.

And Leonard being always by his side

Had done so many offices about him,

That, though he was not of a timid nature,

Yet still the spirit of a mountain boy

In him was somewhat check'd, and when his Brother

Was gone to sea and he was left alone

The little colour that he had was soon

Stolen from his cheek, he droop'd, and pin'd and pin'd:

LEONARD.

But these are all the graves of full grown men!

PRIEST.

Aye, Sir, that pass'd away: we took him to us.

He was the child of all the dale—he liv'd

Three months with one, and six months with another:

And Wanted neither food, nor clothes, nor love,

And many, many happy days were his.