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Text for Page 053 [12-24-1858]

were.   Perhaps half an hour or more passed thus,
the passage getting fuller all the time, when the clergyman
entered the room to commence proceedings.  Beecher proving
to be out of town (Mort knows him very well) a Mr Storrs
had been procured at Fanny�s instance.   I went in with
others and seated myself near the head of the coffin,
the clergyman standing on my left, Fanny and Grace to
the right, and further on, with chair backs to the wall
Mort, his mother and Ed. Wells, who all three came
down stairs at the last moment.  So the minister began.
It�s not much matter what he said � the best praise that
could be accorded to it was that it was kindly monotonous,
and so might act as something of a deadener of grief.  I�m 
sorry to say bye the bye that they had given Mort an opiate
of another sort, some time back, though none of its effects
were visible now.   The fellow�s face was piteous to
look upon � a fixed, contracted crying look � and he shook
perpetually, like a paralytic.   Grasping his mother�s hand
as she sat, veiled in her deep mourning, he sat with his
head thrown back, as though fixed to struggle with and
endure his great grief.   I only ventured to steal a 
glance or two at him, had I done more I should
have cried too.   It was very piteous.   A perceptible odor
issued from the coffin which two basins of liquid disin
fectants strove in vain to overcome.   Well, the clergy-
man proceeded and in due time ended.  Then those who
wished to look upon the dead girl, ere the coffin lid
closed upon her face for-ever, were invited to step for-               
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