John Bunyan iu his prison cell, On Pilgrim’s Progress loved to dwell, And nearly all that startling tale He wrote while pining in a gaol. His work lives on though John succumbed, No doubt the damp his limbs had numbed, And gave him cold ; his death that’s sure, He’d not got Woods’ Gbeat Peppeksiisi Cube
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Gisborne Times, Volume VI, Issue 209, 10 September 1901, Page 4
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55Page 4 Advertisements Column 5 Gisborne Times, Volume VI, Issue 209, 10 September 1901, Page 4
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