ââOh, mamma! mamma! where is you, mamma? â sobbed little Henry, a sweet child of three years old, as he stood in the lawn, opposite the door, with the wind blowing his pretty hair and clothes all about him: âOh, mamma! mamma! where is you? I donât know where is you, my own mamma. ââ
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