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Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John.
Your good friend schoolmaster Pat MacNamara is so good as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all got a fine work in England, the house is so empty and sad.
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad.
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