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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Good old Mike is gone. In the twilight Of life he has passed on. Seventy years young was Mike. None thought Of him as Old. He was young and, in vigor of manhood, he vied with the youngest of us who loved him. His heart was as fresh and simple as a child's. He came into this world under the most humble, plain, yes, rough conditions, and he rose to be the honored friend Of the cultured and refined. Mike was a patrician by birth. Through his veins ran the blood of Ireland's chieftains. He seldom mentioned that his descent could be traced through out many centuries. Before he was eight years Of age his beloved mother died.
Good old Mike is gone. In the twilight Of life he has passed on. Seventy years young was Mike. None thought Of him as Old. He was young and, in vigor of manhood, he vied with the youngest of us who loved him. His heart was as fresh and simple as a child's. He came into this world under the most humble, plain, yes, rough conditions, and he rose to be the honored friend Of the cultured and refined. Mike was a patrician by birth. Through his veins ran the blood of Ireland's chieftains. He seldom mentioned that his descent could be traced through out many centuries. Before he was eight years Of age his beloved mother died.