Dialogue between Death and Mrs A

Says Death ‘I've been trying these three weeks or more
To seize on Old Madam here at number four,
Yet I still try in vain, tho she's turn'd of threescore,
To what is my ill success oweing’?
I'll tell you, old Fellow, if you cannot guess,
To what you're indebted for your ill success;
To the Prayers of my Husband, whose love I possess,
To the care of my Daughters, whom Heaven will bless;
To the skill and attention of BOWEN.
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