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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.
