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And now indulge a father in his sorrow, And say how died my child.—Was her disease Painful as it was sudden?

It was—alas! I know not how it was. A fell disease!—Her end was so appointed.

Ay, that I doubt not.

A fearful malady! though it received All good assistance.

That I doubt not either.

A cruel ill!—but how it dealt with her, My grief o'erwhelm'd me so, I could not tell.

Say—Wert thou present? didst thou see her die?

Oh, oh! the woeful sight, that I should see it!