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little tokens of love, knowiuf]^ well that a few years will sweep 

 away these, and that afterwards they cannot even tell where is 

 the dust of those that have heen taken from them. One day, 

 when in tlie Cemetery of Mont Parnasse, I saw the workmen 

 making a new road, the hottom of which was formed of broken 



headstones, many of them bearing a date four years before. 

 These had been placed on ground that had not been paid for in 

 perpetuity, and were consequently grubbed up at the end of a 

 few years when the ground was required again for another series 

 of these disgusting interments, which arc needless too so long as 



