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or sorrow of half tha earth.
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or sorrow of half the earth. We could but contemplate with fear, his beautiful an- tique profile, to which the sombre uniform of Alexander served only as foil.

 Twensy-six years have elapsed, since that period, scarcely the :hird of the life of man. Yet how many changes have been produced in that space of tune. Where are the Kings, the mighty and the great, who were assembled ia the halil Where he who assembled theml He reposes forever upon the rock, around 9hich roar the waves of fha ocean. The short and splendid life of Alexander is past. The Kings of Saxony, Bavaria, and Wirtem- berg, lie in their 'tombs of marble. The cideuaut King Jerome alone has survived them all. But his renown has vanished, with his fantastic royalty, like a-dream ef the morning.

 