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On the whole, the experience offered by a visit to the great Roman cemetery on the evening of the "Giorno dei Morti" is a singular and curious one, as will be admitted, I think, by any one who may be tempted by my example to go and see it. The publication of the late Mr.
"A monument to be erected in the Old Stone Fort Cemetery to Jacob A.L. Fisher, a Union soldier, by Abraham Schell, his uncle, of California. "A draft of the above monument is before us. It is quite an affair, about twenty-seven feet high, with a full length statue of a soldier on top.
A lie will not fit the truth; it will only fit another lie told on purpose to fit it. Nothing but truth lives. The nobles and the kings quarreled; the priests began to dispute, and the millions began to get their rights. In 1441 printing was discovered. At that time the past was a vast cemetery, without an epitaph. The ideas of men had mostly perished in the brains that had produced them.
She could not, moreover, remember having experienced such warm weather in the middle of May. From the bench on which she was sitting she could trace back the course of the path down which she had come. In the sunlight it ran between the vine-trellises, up and up, until it reached the brightly gleaming wall of the cemetery.
Only one person wears a serene expression, and that is the G. L. M., who is evidently thinking: "Perhaps they will listen to me the next time." The charred remains of LE PETIT Paul are being carried to the cemetery. The G. L. M. heads the procession in a white veil.
"Goodness knows I want you, Serena; but but for mercy sakes don't call it a 'time like this. Sounds as if we'd just come from the cemetery instead of the depot. We ain't been to a funeral; we're only lookin' for'ard to a weddin'." In spite of this philosophical declaration the remainder of that afternoon was rather funereal for Captain Dan.
Indeed, when she had seen her father buried with much pomp in the cemetery behind Rosewater, and returned to the permanent peace of her home, she missed her cares and responsibilities, so long and systematically borne, and mourned, not as a child for its parent, but as an adoptive mother suddenly bereft.
Tens of thousands of our dear Soldiers would gladly have sacrificed a day's work in order to follow in the funeral procession of one they so dearly loved; but, so as not to gather too large a crowd, only Officers were allowed in the march, which passed through countless throngs of people from International Headquarters to Abney Park Cemetery, a distance of about five miles.
"The sun was bright, the air warm. I lighted a cigar and sauntered aimlessly along the outer boulevard. Then, as I strolled on, it occurred to me to walk as far as Montmartre and go into the cemetery. "I am very fond of cemeteries. They rest me and give me a feeling of sadness; I need it.
There was a concentrated fury in the grip on his arm and a strange wildness in the man's speech. "Do you know where he is? In a beautivault built like an 'ouse in Highgate Cemetery. There's two little doors that open like the door of a church, and you go down some steps to it." "Who are you?" asked Milburgh, his teeth chattering. "Don't you know me?" The little man peered at him.
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