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"While we thus walk among the ruins of
over us, and that feeling is by no means di-
minished when we arrive at home. If we
turn to our friends, we can hardly speak to
them before they bid US farewell We see
| them for little while, and in few mo-


ments they are sent away from US. 1t mat
ters not how near and dear they are. The
ties that bind us to them are never too close
to be parted or too strong to be broken.
Tears are never known to move the king of
terrors, nor is it enough that we are compell-
ed to surrender one or two or more of those


we love; for though the price is so great, we
buy no favor with it, and our hold upon those
who remain is as slight as ever.


"When few more friends have left, a
few more hopes deceived, and few more
changes Knocked us. I'VE shall be brought to
the grave, and the clods of the valley shall
be sweet unto us, and as many shall follow
us, as they were innumerable before us"
All power will have forsaken the strongest,
and the loftiest will be laid low; and every
heart will have ceased its beating and when
we have gone ourselves, even our memories
will not stay behind u.s. A few Of the more
near and dear will bear our likeness in their
bosoms, till they too have arrived at the end
Of their pilgrimage, and entered, the dark
dwelling Of forgetfullness. In the thoughts
of others, we shall live only till the last


sound of the bell, which informs them of our
departure, shall cease to vibrate in their
ears"