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Show On the Death of Balzac. There can bo but austere and serious seri-ous thoughts in all hearts when a sublime spirit makes its majestic on-trance on-trance Into another life, when ono of those beings who hnve long soared above the crowd on tho visible wings of genius, spreading all ut onco other wings which we did not see, plunges swiftly into the unknown. No, it is not the unknown; no, It Is not night, it Is light. It is not the end, it Is tho beginning! It Is not extinction, It is eternity. Is It not true, such tombs as this demonstrate demon-strate immortality? In tho presenco wo call man. Victor Hugo, ot tho Ihustrious dead we feel more distinctly the dlvluo dcstluy of that Intelligence which traverses tho earth to suffer mid to purify Itself which |