| [1] | See the [Duello], page 85. |
THE STRANGER’S FUNERAL.
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BY N. C. BROOKS.
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A solitary hearse without mourner or friend wheeled by me with unceremonious speed. It filled my heart with feelings of the most chilling desolation, which were augmented perhaps by the peculiar gloom of the evening. I reached the rude grave in which the corpse was deposited, and learned from the menial who was performing the last rites that it was a young German of fine talents, with whom I had travelled a few months before, who, far from his home and friends, had fallen a victim to the prevailing epidemic.—Letter of a Friend.
No solemn bell pealed on the air,
No train in sable gloom
Moved slow with the holy man of prayer