The property of the old, now became the property of the young; and the broad lands and splendid mansion of Maurice Fitzgerald became the envy and the pride of the village.
Of the King Fisher nothing was heard until after the war, when she was found rotting upon a mud bank, near the place where her commander left her. Her crew had deserted her, and the gallant gun brig never ploughed the ocean furrow more.
Washington, November, 1840.
THE WATERS OF LETHE.
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BY N. C. BROOKS, A. M.
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Written for one in dejection.
“Oh, for a cup of the Waters of Lethe.” Letter of a Friend.