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sion was soon out of sight, and I was Jeff to my own reflections.

 l know not why it is, but a funeral among the poor and lowly minded, always influ- ences me more powerfully than one where there is the broadest display of the trap- pings of sorrow. So, too, in visiting the tombs of the dead A country church yard. in which willow, board, or the simple but more ambitious marble slab, points out the spot where the " wicked cease from trouble, and the weary are at rest, always affects me more deeply than lingering among the more gorgeous mauso- leums of city.