Chapter 16 THE FUNERAL

How like a silent stream, shaded by night,

And gliding softly with our windy sighs,

Moves the whole frame of this solemnity!

Tears, sighs, and blacks, filling the simile!

Whilst I, the only murmur in this grove

Of death, thus hollowly break forth.

The Fatal Dowry.

Word being given that the funeral train was fast approaching, th

            
            

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