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[Seppelt Hickinbotham]

Ity, had not lost their new power. I was therefore like those who, on
the first Christian Sabbath morning, "departed quickly from the
sepulchre with fear and great joy, and did run to bring his disciples
word." It
is intimated above that the greatest suffering at the death of a friend
does not occur immediately upon the

event. It comes when the world have forgotten that you have cause to
weep; for when the eyes are dry, the heart is often bleeding. There are
hours,--no, they are more concentrated than hours,--there are

moments, when the thought of a lost and loved one, who
has perished out of your family circle, suspends all interest in every
thing else; when the memory of the departed floats over you like a
wandering perfume, and recollections
come in throngs with it, flooding the soul with grief. The name, of
necessity or accidentally spoken, sets all your soul ajar; and your
sense of loss, utter loss, for all time, brings more sorrow with it by
far than

the parting scene. * * * * * She who was the sweet singer of my little
Israel is no more. The child whose sense of beauty made her the swiftest
herald to me of every fair discovery
and new household joy, will never greet me again with her surprises of
gladness. She who, leaning up