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alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!
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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People seem to lose all respect for the past events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.
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