The next day I
called, in company with my mother, and entered the darkened room where
lay his lifeless remains, now habited for the grave. I gazed long and
silently upon those features now stamped with the seal of death. Reader,
if there lives one against whom you cherish angry and bitter feelings,
pause a moment and consider what your feelings would be if called to
stand by their coffin; for, be assured, your anger will then give place
to sorrow that you ever indulged anger toward the poor fellow-mortal now
extended before you in the slumber of death. I attended the funeral of
Mr. Judson, and saw his body consigned to the grave. He sleeps in the
village churchyard at Elmwood, and a marble slab marks his resting-place.
When, after the funeral, his will was read, the large amount of the
property left was a matter of wonder to many. In his will he gave largely
to several benevolent and religious institutions, and to me he left the
sum of one thousand dollars. I could see no reason why he should have
done this, but as his will was drawn up in legal form and properly
attested I thought it right I should accept of the generous gift; and,
indeed, it was but a small sum out of the large property left by Mr.
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