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Show WHITTIER At exactly half past four on Wednesday morning one mors bright light simmered down, flickered flicker-ed and went nut, and tbe soul of John G. Whit tier, the poet, passed through tbe pearly gates and into tne great Beyond. Hervas eighty-five eighty-five years of age and when the end came it wa - quiet and painless. He wf.s horn in Haverhill, Mass., Dec-cember Dec-cember 17, 1807., and was never more than three hundred miles from his birth place. He was a natural born poet tnd with the single x-ceytion x-ceytion of Longfellow he was the niost popular of all American poets and hie works are synonouions of all that is gentledcving and natural in verse. He believed that it was everyone's duty to do all the good they could in the world an commit no offence. He was loved by all and wsll go down to his la t sleep monrned by thousands. |
