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1847 Scientific American  
The above words were the la�t request of an lrish lad to his mother, as he was dying fmID starvation. She fo und three grains of corn in the corner of his ragged jacket and ga ve them to him. It was all she had; the whole family were pelishing from fa mine.] Give me three grains of corn, mother, Only three grains of corn, It will keep the little life I have Till the coming of the morn.
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