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,,_Turep.with the vain bustle of the world—its countless objects. of 
enduring and, unenduring excitement, its hopes, its wishes, its fears. d 
its affections,, I wasemancipated from its thraldom, and, in. rhe -early 
spring, of the year 2000 I bade adieu to all I had ever feared. or i gv 
or, loved, or, cherished. The last glimpse of smiling) nature which was 
reflected on my fading power of vision, even now, in my. disembodied 
state,, comes frequently before me; and indeed, with a feeling of attach- 
ment to the spot where I closed my earthly career, I, sometimes wander 
with the thin air, and, without the least yearning towards my mortal 
existence, review the most prominent periods of my life... 5, |...) ., 
» There-—-under the green sod in that quiet church-yard repose my 
ashes, waiting for the great fiat. that shall again unite them with my 
spirit. The earth-worm hath had his revel and his feast; the universal 
spirit of dissolution and decay hath dealt amongst the bones and, fibres— 
and, but for the knowledge I have of the divine principle, by, which I 
shall again be blended with those fragments in a sublimatedand pureshape, 
I could turn me and despise and spurn the rank and soddened clay, which 
in the days of my existence I pranked out in the gayest and gaudiest of 
adornments—myself my own adorer. That clay is tremulously alive— 
yet still and silent :—like a bow unstrung, its original form is lost. The 
ear with its fine organism is perished—yet the first peal of that dread 
trump shall restore its wonted sense. The eye—rayless, powerless, 
visionless—hath withered and crumbled—I have no communion with 
\it yet the awakened ear shall one day communicate its own wondering 
sensations, vivifying the whole disjointed mass,—till the creature,—the 
mew, unknown, creature,—shall live and move, and oh what shall be 
the consummation. 
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There. sat she—oh! I see her now—palpably, clearly—she, the 
fondest, purest, loveliest, best :—there sat she like a sweet Niobe, when 
her young eyes gazed with a rivetted emotion on the inanimate clay— 
my clay—stretched before her on the long-pressed bed. of feverish 
afiliction and sore decay. Oh thou, too, art a spirit now,, beloved one ! 
—but thou art kept from me, and I from thee; both disembodied, both 
free—but both viewless to each other. I have flown on my aery pinions 
through the abyss of space—have fathomed all depths—often have I 
seemed to hear thy voice amidst the spheres—but alas! to my percep- 
tion thou wert not. 
There sat she by the yet warm clay, and saw the frost of death 
work upon it: there sat she through the livelong night ;—there sat she 
while, enveloped in the solemn grave-clothes, my body reposed yet on 
the surface of theearth. There sat she till the black and bloated corse, 
loathsome. and hideous, was dragged from her view, and deposited in the 
bottom of its original mother and its present compound :—there sat she, 
watching the vacant space where the body had lain,—and there did she 
sit till the benumbed sense was again awakened to its wonted exercise ;— 
and she who erewhile—a little lapse—had been a blessed and a blessing 
wife, rose from her sullen posture of bitter woe, and cast herself upon 
the earth—a desolate, forlorn, unfriended, forsaken widow. .. .\_ 
Spirits have no tears—they have no words of consolation... I saw her 
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lovely eyes flowing with shed tears and swimming with, torrents, yet 
