SEPTEMBER 12, 1927
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their starvation. They blocked up the door
Of their garret, with the miserable remnants
of their furniture, and locked in each others
arms, with their little children by their side,
coolly awaited the 1eriod OF their final re-
lease from the thrldon Of their existence.
In the last hours o sinking nature. the door
Of their garnet wasforcibly burst open, their
friends entered AID beheld the parents dy-
ing and the child,:n dead. With some dit
fcnlty the forne. were restored to health,
ard lived to behnd youth of misery oblit-
liberated by an oh age Of honour and happi-
ness.


Our modern bloomfield Of rural and pas
| toral celebrity, yrote his Farmers Boy in
sarret occupid by shoemakers. and pur-
sued his poetica occupation amid the din OF
hammers. and he clatter of heels. Collins
composed his o,es in some such miserable
/ dwelling.