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Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.

Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington

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Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Age: 59 †
Born: 1789
Born: September 1
Died: 1849
Died: June 4
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