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"As one whom his mother comforteth!" Oh, tender and wonderful

consolation! It is the mother that turns the bitter waters of life into

wine Bram talked his sorrow over to his mother's love and pity and

syht, she

said cheerfully, "Thou hast a brave soul, mijn zoon, rief A sweetas thou livest; and to have loved well a

good woman will make thee always a better man for it"