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ceased their lowing. It struck me in fact as 

 if the approaching Sabbath had overstepped 

 its usual routine by some days, so exceptional 

 was the quiet that reigned around. 



As I intended to follow the remains of the 

 departed to their last resting-place, I went 

 rather early to the town ; and no sooner had 

 I reached it, than I saw not a few, like myself, 

 bent upon the same errand, but everyone I 

 met was a mourner. All had that dejected 

 look and sobered expression, that is above the 

 reach of artifice ; all evidently felt as though 

 a dear friend, or deeply-loved relative had been 

 suddenly taken from their midst. Not a window 

 in the humblest hovel, that had not a shutter 

 closed, or blind drawn ; not a shop that was 

 not fast shut, and what struck me more than 

 I care to describe, was the demeanour of the 

 children in the streets, on whose faces not a 

 single sunny smile lingered, but on the contrary 

 traces of sorrow, if not actual tears. As the 

 coffin emerged from the park gates, not carried 



