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[On John Brown:] The poor wretch is hanged, but from his grave a root of bitterness will spring, the fruit of which at no distant day may be disunion and civil war.
Fanny Kemble
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Fanny Kemble
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: November 27
Died: 1893
Died: January 15
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