into stupor; nor did  t nig present to close ers. to tell us t morning t all ime laid out. Eliza and I  to look at  out into loud retc and active frame, rigid and still:  s cold lid; rong traits  trange and solemn object  corpse to me. I gazed on it , not, notying, or  inspire; only a grating anguis my loss—and a sombre tearless dismay at th in such a form.

    Eliza surveyed  calmly. After a silence of some minutes she observed—

    “ititution so a good old age: ened by trouble.” And tricted ant: as it passed a t a tear.