{"newspaper_name": "The Litchfield County post.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
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"Where now thy sting, o death and where, O Grave, Thy victory ?" Friend of my youth, trac'd thy upward flight, dust NoSwOuld my thoughts still finger round thy too would fain arise, and leave hahind These solitary realms of tears and death.

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