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Show On the Death of Balzac. There can bu but austere und serious seri-ous thoughts In all hearts when a iibllmo spirit makes Its mujcstlc entrance en-trance into another life, when one nt thoso beings who have long soured above the crowd on thu vlslblo wings of genius, spreading ull at onco othor wings which wu did not see, plunges swiftly into thu unknown, No, It Is not thu unknown; no. It Is not night, It Is light. '" v It Is not tlio end, It Is tho beginning! . 7 It Is not extinction, It Is eternity. Is it not true, such tombs as this demon' strnte Immortality? In the presenea of tho Illustrious dend wo feel more distinctly tho divine destiny of thnt Intelligence which trnverses the earth I to suffer nnd to purify Itself which We call mnn. Victor Hugo, |