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I am not prone to weeping as our sex / / Commonly are; the want of which vain dew / / Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have / / That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns / / Worse than tears drown. / / SHAKSPEARE.
It is curious to note how differently persons known to each other, and, it may be, endeared by the ties of relationship, or the still stronger ones of friendship, are occupied at some precise moment, although separated but by a little distance, and for a brief space of time. Life is one great kaleidoscope, where it is difficult to look upon the same picture twice; so varied are its positions, and so numerous its contrasts, according to the will of those who move and govern its machinery.