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has laid his icy grasp upon a kind and affectionate companion, a faithful and true friend, and around that form now fade? in the arms of the terrific? king are drawn the shades of impenetrable might. From that loved one, so dear to this manners?, there is no sweet voice no returning spirit to tell us where our loved ones are gone. There is silence where the unclear. It is the solemn unclear of the tomb, "