the jacket (the star-rover)-第74章

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from　the　scaffold；　ere　the　hangman　hides　my　face　in　the　black　cap。

They　will　be　looking　curiously　sick。　　Queer　young　fellows。　　Some

show　that　they　have　been　drinking。　　Two　or　three　look　sick　with

foreknowledge　of　what　they　have　to　witness。　　It　seems　easier　to　be

hanged　than　to　look　on。　。　。　。





My　last　lines。　　It　seems　I　am　delaying　the　procession。　　My　cell　is

quite　crowded　with　officials　and　dignitaries。　　They　are　all　nervous。

They　want　it　over。　　Without　a　doubt；　some　of　them　have　dinner

engagements。　　I　am　really　offending　them　by　writing　these　few　words。

The　priest　has　again　preferred　his　request　to　be　with　me　to　the　end。

The　poor　manwhy　should　I　deny　him　that　solace？　　I　have　consented；

and　he　now　appears　quite　cheerful。　　Such　small　things　make　some　men

happy！　　I　could　stop　and　laugh　for　a　hearty　five　minutes；　if　they

were　not　in　such　a　hurry。



Here　I　close。　　I　can　only　repeat　myself。　　There　is　no　death。　　Life

is　spirit；　and　spirit　cannot　die。　　Only　the　flesh　dies　and　passes；

ever　a…crawl　with　the　chemic　ferment　that　informs　it；　ever　plastic；

ever　crystallizing；　only　to　melt　into　the　flux　and　to　crystallize

into　fresh　and　diverse　forms　that　are　ephemeral　and　that　melt　back

into　the　flux。　　Spirit　alone　endures　and　continues　to　build　upon

itself　through　successive　and　endless　incarnations　as　it　works

upward　toward　the　light。　　What　shall　I　be　when　I　live　again？　　I

wonder。　　I　wonder。　。　。　。







Footnotes：



｛1｝　　Since　the　execution　of　Professor　Darrell　Standing；　at　which

time　the　manuscript　of　his　memoirs　came　into　our　hands；　we　have

written　to　Mr。　Hosea　Salsburty；　Curator　of　the　Philadelphia　Museum；

and；　in　reply；　have　received　confirmation　of　the　existence　of　the

oar　and　the　pamphlet。THE　EDITOR。











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