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last. Wlien the people stand round the grave at 

 sunset, and see the coffin lowered out of sight of lake 

 and hills, the white flowers of a cross look back to 

 them from below. It is not a tribute from the 

 National League, nor do such flowers grow in cabin- 

 gardens; and they now take the mould on their 

 freshness as quietly as if satisfied that they have 

 proclaimed the endurance of an old friendship. 



Martin Ross. 



Julif 1889. 



