We put everything straight, stepped the long-boat's mast for our skipper, who was in charge of her, and I was not sorry to sit down for a moment.
Your funeral wreath shall be your mother's tears, Your tomb the sanded waste of foreign shores.
In our age we have no patterne of motherly affection more exemplare, than yours.
a furring of the tongue
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