A TALE FOUNDED ON FACT
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Literary Gazette, 5th July 1823, Page 427-428
Led by the sound,—it was his dog had found
His master's corpse, and Edward knew his father.
Dim night fell round the boy,—hope, joy, love, fear,
And every other sense but memory, fled,
And that chained like a prisoner to one thought.
He spoke not, and knew no one,—took no food
Till natural hunger made him ravenous,
And then he ate unthankfully, and showed
No sign of notice to the hand which fed.
He staid beneath that tree thro' heat, thro' cold;
For, from the hour he saw his father dead,
He was an idiot! L. E. L.
