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:. The annexed paragraph is an eloquent de-
hneation of what all can feel, but Jew can
Soeloquently describe. 1t is from the novel
e0t'tIed-"Narriage"-a work written with
uncommon power and ability.


There is, perhaps, no feeling of our ma"
.ure SO vague complicated, SO mysterious, as
mat with which we look upon the cold re-
mans of our fellow mortals. The dignity
with which death invests the meanest OF its
victims, inspires us with an awe no living
creature can create. The monarch on his
.lrone is less awful than the beggar in his
,,'roud. The marble features-the power
'ess hand-the stiffened limb--oh! who can
sso'nntemplate these with feelings that can be
SSehhed! These are the mockery of all our
hh0pes and fears, our fondest love, our tellest
hha'e' Can it he, that we now shrink with
n no'ror from the touch Of that hand which but
33tes.ercay was fondly clasped in our own! Is
o' o"a' tongue, whose accents even now dwell IN
Tn TSl forever chained in the silence of death!
foas fSnese black and heavy eye-lids, are they
wher teVer TO seal up in darkness the eyes
strs; an1se glance no earthly power could re-
elm And the spirit which animated the
o. , s; wnere is it now? 1t is wrapped in bliss
~ a,ssolved in woe! Does it witness our grief,
TO- ~ snare our sorrows? Or is the mysterious
h2ss tnat linked il with mortality forever