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THE DYING GIRL.
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And with a feeble cry of ecstasy,
"Oh I mother, stay, I come, I come to thee!
Her young soul passed, her dream of earth was o'er,
Her pulse was still, her heart beat nevermore.

Uniontown, Pa, July 11.