{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
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Within this holy book | trace


The life OF Christ, his wondrous grace,


His anxious care and holy love,


Net earth's, nor mine, but heaven above.


The path is clear, the track is sure,


Why wait then, these pangs endere;


Oil grant my God my life may be


Sincere aud praylul Lord, to Thee.


The day Of sale having arrived, her few
goods and chattels were, in due course,
knocked off to the highest bidder I'm
moved she saw pass from her possession
article after article, without murmur, till
the constable held up the old family Bible,
This was too much Tears flowed, and
gave silent utterance to broken heart
She begged the constable to spare her this