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upon it, he fell asleep, not a short uneasy 

 nap, with ears open for every sound, but a 

 deep, dreamless sleep. 



There was a beautiful young fig-tree in our 

 lot. Under this his grave was dug. His bed 

 was laid in, he on it, with his blanket wrapped 

 around him. 



" Arise against thy narrow door of earth, 

 And keep the watch for ine 1 " 



THE END 



