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Show Death of Death. Tho time mny not be far off when to lose n friend by death will bo hardly hard-ly more than to havo him cross the ocean; when our own passing will be merely the happy setting sail for n new country. It miry bo that lr the great war, which has furnished un orgy such ns tho world hns never beforo be-foro seen? death ns we havo known It In nil Its agony of parting and uncertainty, un-certainty, has nt least been glutted to the full, hns reached Its climax, and must hcrenfter diminish. O people of tho world, all things havo died I It may bo that now at last death Itself Is dying! From tho Atlantic Monthly. |