e must the Day of Mans Existence de-cline into dust and darkness; and with all itssick toilings, and joyful and mournful noises,sink in still Eternity. **To our Friend the hours seemed moments;holy was he and happy: the words from thosesweetest lips came over him like dew on thirstygrass; all… … He clasped her to his bosom.—Page 173. Sartor Resartus. SARTOR RESARTUS. 169 which was not contradicted; he pressed gentlythose small soft fingers, and it seemed as ifthey were not hastily, not angrily withdrawn. Poor Teufelsdrockh! it is clear to demon-stration thou art smit: the Queen of…
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