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24 his sword. He succeeded; his name became illustrious; his praises filled every mouth, but happiness never visited him more. At length he fell: a lock of jet-black silky hair was found next his heart—‘Take it to my sister,' murmured he, as life feebly ebbed away. His wishes were complied with, and when Juliana died, that lock of hair, bathed in her brother’s blood was buried in her grave.

