Weep with me, all you that readThis little story;And know, for whom a tear you shed,Death's self is sorry.Ben Jonson.
This story is no invention of mine. I could not invent anything half so lovely and pathetic as seems to me the incident which has come ready-made to my hand.
Some of you, doubtless, have heard of James Speaight, the infant violinist, or Young Americus, as he was called. He was born in London, I believe, and was only four years...
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