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he is dead; aye, dead and cold, and motionless, who but an hour agone was full of lusty life, of youth and vigour; whose warm heart's blood ran gaily dancing through a giant frame ; whose stalwart build might almost mock at Time, and, in its seeming strength, defy disease. And now, behold! a few brief moments gone, a clammy, ghastly corpse is all remains!

Look on, I pray you all, and ponder well, this “stern monument” of !

are some dispositions so palpably and really superior to others, as to induce the belief, that Nature, in her manufacture of them, had thrown in a dash of the angel by way of a finish; while, in contradistinction, others there are, which seem to be made up of the mere sweepings and scrapings of the manufactory.

in a woman, as the kernel to the nut, gives value, without which both are worthless.