A Beautiful Sentiment.
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When look upon the tombs of the
great, every emotion of envy dies within
me; when read the epitaphs of the beauti.
full, every immoderate desire goes out; /;
when meet with the grief of parents
upon The tomb stone, my heart melts with
compassion; whenl see tombs of parents
themselves, consider the vanity of
grieving for those WHOM we must soon
follow; when see kings lying with those


who deposed them; when l consider rivals
laid side by side, or the holy men that
divided the world with their disputes,
reflect with sorrow and astonishment on
the little competitions, factions and debates
of mankind; when | read the several dates
of some of the to mbs, and of some that
died centuries ago, consider that great
day when shall all of us be contemporaries
Nand make our appearance there together,