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and many a time the tears ran down his cheeks.
God knows what he then thought! But he
begged that he might have the book with him
in his coffin; and now it lies there, and the lid
will soon be fastened down, and then he will
take his peaceful rest in the grave!"
They raised the winding-sheet. There was
peace in the face of the dead: a sunbeam fell
on it; a swallow in its arrowy flight, darted
into the new-made arbour, and in its flight circled
twittering over the dead man’s head.
How strange it is! – we all assuredly know
it – to take out old letters from the days of
our youth and read them: a whole life, as it
were, then rises up with all its hopes, and all
its troubles. How many of those with whom we,
in their time, lived so devotedly, are now even as
the dead to us, and yet they still live! But we
have not thought of them for many years – them
whom we once thought we should always cling
to, and share our mutual joys and sorrows with.
The withered oak-leaf in the book here, is
a memorial of the friend – the friend of his
school-days – the friend for life. He fixed this
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