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] seem to have grown so old and snirsn 1 Quiet enjoymeDts only are relshed- n Iilflo conversation about old hmes--a sober garne at whist--a religious treatise-and his eatly bed, form for him the sum total of his pleasures.

 Weeks paas.--Infrinity keeps him in his chamber. ifs walks are limited 10 the small space between his easy chair and his bed. His swollen limbs are wrapt in Gan- nels. His sight is failing-his ears refuse their duty, and his cup Is but half filled, since otherwise, his shaking hand cannot carry 1t to his shrunis lips, without spi!ing it's contents. His powers are weakeaed-- his faculties are blunted-h strength lost.

 Ddgs pdsS.--The old man does not leave his bed-- his memory is falling he talks but cannot be understood-he asks aues- tons, biit they relate to the transactiurS of Q former generation--he speaks ot occur rences, but fhe recollection ot 10 one around him can 90 back to their scenes-he seems to commune with comrades, but when he fnames them, t is found that the waiers of time and oblivion have long covered heir tofiibs.

 Hours pass.--The taper grows dinner and dimmer-the machinery moves vet more and more slowly--the sands are fewer as they measure the allotted span. The motion of those about him is unheeded or becomes a sexation. Each fresh inquiry after his bealih is knell. The springs of lie can no longer force on its wheels--the " silver chord'' IS fast unwisting-t pitch- CT IS broken at the fountain and lime "is a burthen.o His children are about him, but he needs them not-hls friends are near, but he does not recognize them.- The circle IS completed. The course is run--afd utter weakness brings the damp which ushers in the nightsaf death.

 sH'nhtes pass His breathing grows softer and lower-his pulse beats fainter and teehler. Those around hitn are Iisten- ing, but cannot tell when they cease. The embers are burnt uut-and the blaze fash es not before fl expires. His 4 three score years and ten'' are numbered. Human life q IS finished.'