From page images generously made available by Cornell University Digital Collections.) THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE. BY E.W. ELLSWORTH. It was therefore with a pitcher on her face. "_She?_" said the poet's hand--"it was Death! I.
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