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Alas
!
How
few
of
Nature
's
faces
are
left
alone
to
gladden
us
with
their
beauty
!
The
cares
,
and
sorrows
,
and
hungerings
,
of
the
world
,
change
them
as
they
change
hearts
;
and
it
is
only
when
those
passions
sleep
,
and
have
lost
their
hold
for
ever
,
that
the
troubled
clouds
pass
off
,
and
leave
Heaven
's
surface
clear
.
It
is
a
common
thing
for
the
countenances
of
the
dead
,
even
in
that
fixed
and
rigid
state
,
to
subside
into
the
long-forgotten
expression
of
sleeping
infancy
,
and
settle
into
the
very
look
of
early
life
;
so
calm
,
so
peaceful
,
do
they
grow
again
,
that
those
who
knew
them
in
their
happy
childhood
,
kneel
by
the
coffin
's
side
in
awe
,
and
see
the
Angel
even
upon
earth
.
The
old
crone
tottered
alone
the
passages
,
and
up
the
stairs
,
muttering
some
indistinct
answers
to
the
chidings
of
her
companion
;
being
at
length
compelled
to
pause
for
breath
,
she
gave
the
light
into
her
hand
,
and
remained
behind
to
follow
as
she
might
:
while
the
more
nimble
superior
made
her
way
to
the
room
where
the
sick
woman
lay
.
It
was
a
bare
garret-room
,
with
a
dim
light
burning
at
the
farther
end
.
There
was
another
old
woman
watching
by
the
bed
;
the
parish
apothecary
's
apprentice
was
standing
by
the
fire
,
making
a
toothpick
out
of
a
quill
.
'
Cold
night
,
Mrs.
Corney
,
'
said
this
young
gentleman
,
as
the
matron
entered
.
'
Very
cold
,
indeed
,
sir
,
'
replied
the
mistress
,
in
her
most
civil
tones
,
and
dropping
a
curtsey
as
she
spoke
.
'
You
should
get
better
coals
out
of
your
contractors
,
'
said
the
apothecary
's
deputy
,
breaking
a
lump
on
the
top
of
the
fire
with
the
rusty
poker
;
'
these
are
not
at
all
the
sort
of
thing
for
a
cold
night
.
'
'
They
're
the
board
's
choosing
,
sir
,
'
returned
the
matron
.
'
The
least
they
could
do
,
would
be
to
keep
us
pretty
warm
:
for
our
places
are
hard
enough
.
'
The
conversation
was
here
interrupted
by
a
moan
from
the
sick
woman
.
'
Oh
!
'
said
the
young
mag
,
turning
his
face
towards
the
bed
,
as
if
he
had
previously
quite
forgotten
the
patient
,
'
it
's
all
U.
P.
there
,
Mrs.
Corney
.
'
