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PLATE XII.
At last he saw a hearse pass by,
And to the Sexton said,
His bosom heaving with a sigh,
"Pray who, my friend, is dead?"
The man the self-same answer made,
As all had done before.
John heav'd another sigh, and said,
"Is then thy grandeur o'er!"
"I envy'd thee thy worldly state:
"Alas! I little knew
"The malice of approaching fate,—
"Poor Nongtongpaw, adieu!"
