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I think, in Levison�s case, the former will result.
His weaknesses will be forgotten but his generally
kindly nature will constrain all who knew him 
to think greatly of him.         Remembering his ante-
cedents and surroundings it is a wonder to think
how good he was.        Running away from home
and a severe shoemaking father when a boy, without
education and friends, finding employment at a
Philadelphia theatre, exposed to all the hideous license
of the life of a �low comedian,� (� in which it is but
too probable that he contracted the seeds of disease
embittering his future life �) �falling in love�, getting
married and drifting into newspaper life � how 
should he be better � how, rather, should he not be
worse?    Poor Levison!     I am sorry that there
have been times that I have felt harshly towards
you.       Follow your child into the great unknown
sea to which we�re all driving!        God will have
mercy and pity on his own creature � and into
God�s hands, I, your poor fellow mortal, commit
you.        I am sure it is well with you, now.
  But oh God!         Why, Why?    A poor race
of men what an old, sad, changeless story is this
one of Sorrow and Death.    O the aching hearts
and weeping eyes that this weary planet has sustain-
ed � for their brief span!             And there�s no
answer to the why � but a resolute silence.  Neither
philosophy, or praying hands can help us.    But