08-02-2013, 04:19 PM
A letter of Heartfelt Thanks from Mrs Tabitha Stepwood
My dear Mr Mandus
I take this opportunity to write to you personally with my sincerest and most heartfelt
thanks. Your generosity is an inspiration to us all. Last night I sat at the head of the table and
watched the orphans happily eating, for once, they will not go to sleep hungry. This morning
Alice knocked up my door, and she had made for you this tussie-mussie of dried flowers,
which I enclose.
Please tell the kind sir, she said, that these were the finest sausages a child ever ate. To see a
starveling so rosy-cheeked and well-fattened, well, Sir, it is a miracle most profound. We are
indeed in your debt, Mr Mandus, and I am delighted to say that I have spoken with the
Governors and they agree that we can proceed with your programme for child labour reform
without hesitation. I hope you will find our children full of promise. They will, I assure you
sir, make the most wonderful additions to your product line.
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Thus ever when we stumble by
Wet grasses on the knee bent low
And place our flowers on thy grave
And weeping, grip the soil below
And lift our children to the skies
And love for them, and conquer death
With candlelights and tables tipped
A footfall in the darkened halls
Our twins at play, a lover's laugh
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Thrupenny sixpence sparrows and doves
See all the angels a-weeping above
There's no more forgiving, there's no-one to save
For today darling Lily goes into her grave
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A skin of a (4) (5) stump of (8) (9)
old Lily is flyblown
old Lily (16) dead
and (19) of (21) jungle
will flood (25) (26) head
and light (30) her (32)
My dear Mr Mandus
I take this opportunity to write to you personally with my sincerest and most heartfelt
thanks. Your generosity is an inspiration to us all. Last night I sat at the head of the table and
watched the orphans happily eating, for once, they will not go to sleep hungry. This morning
Alice knocked up my door, and she had made for you this tussie-mussie of dried flowers,
which I enclose.
Please tell the kind sir, she said, that these were the finest sausages a child ever ate. To see a
starveling so rosy-cheeked and well-fattened, well, Sir, it is a miracle most profound. We are
indeed in your debt, Mr Mandus, and I am delighted to say that I have spoken with the
Governors and they agree that we can proceed with your programme for child labour reform
without hesitation. I hope you will find our children full of promise. They will, I assure you
sir, make the most wonderful additions to your product line.
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Thus ever when we stumble by
Wet grasses on the knee bent low
And place our flowers on thy grave
And weeping, grip the soil below
And lift our children to the skies
And love for them, and conquer death
With candlelights and tables tipped
A footfall in the darkened halls
Our twins at play, a lover's laugh
-----------------------
Thrupenny sixpence sparrows and doves
See all the angels a-weeping above
There's no more forgiving, there's no-one to save
For today darling Lily goes into her grave
------------------------
A skin of a (4) (5) stump of (8) (9)
old Lily is flyblown
old Lily (16) dead
and (19) of (21) jungle
will flood (25) (26) head
and light (30) her (32)