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Can no rest find me, no private place secure me,
But still my miseries like bloodhounds haunt me?
Unfortunate young man, which way now guides thee,
Guides thee from death? The country's laid around for thee.
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Our narrative now recalls us for a moment to the period when young Hazlewood received his wound. That accident h