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Text for Page 147 [02-01-1857]

assemblage.   What he said was excellent, and admi-
rably adapted to comfort poor Levison.         He did
not magnify the terror of Death, or draw a skull
and cross bones In-the-midst-of-life-we-are-in-death
moral, nor deal in conventional depreciations of the
glory and beauty of Life, he did not attempt to
explain the unexplainable.     He frankly accepted the
mystery of the case � the child�s short life and pain-
ful death.     He expressed his acquiescence : and faith
that All was Well, and bade the parents believe that
the child had but preceded them;   that they had not parted
for ever.           With much more, all good, kindly and
human.        He appeared far more of the man than the
clergyman, and that�s why I liked him.             Most
of the women were crying.    I liked �em for it.      Mrs
Patten�s eyes were very red, and Mrs Gouverneur cried.
(She sat next to me, and on her crossing to that
place I said to her, �Don�t let us retain any ill
feeling towards one another now!�  So she put her hand
into mine, gave it a little cordial squeeze, and we
were friends again.   (She looked very nice, with her
smooth brown hair, plump figure and full skirts,
and was the handsomest woman in the room.))     We
sat in the rear of Levison and his wife .     I could
see his bowed bald head and red hair.     I felt very
sorry for the man.                A prayer followed the
address, and then the assemblage flocked into the
coaches, the hearse preceding them.     I, with Leslie               
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