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I cannot better close this imperfect sketch of her life than by giving the whole of it: of no one was it ever more worthily spoken than of her.
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gutenberg.orgGeorge F. Hoar: “I cannot better close this imperfect sketch of her life than by giving the whole of it: of no one was it ever more…”
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Hoar reflects on the significance of a woman's life and the importance of how she is remembered.
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