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Chapter 4
A FRIEND FOR NIG. "Hours of my youth! when nurtured in my breast, To love a stranger, friendship made me blest:— Friendship, the dear peculiar bond of youth, When every artless bosom throbs with truth; Untaught by…
A FRIEND FOR NIG. "Hours of my youth! when nurtured in my breast, To love a stranger, friendship made me blest:— Friendship, the dear peculiar bond of youth, When every artless bosom throbs with truth; Untaught by…