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“The City-people on that saddest day (these for their bosom-friends, and those for kin, and others but spectators) thronged the way sad and down-hearted at the dreary scene:
We, winding through the virtuous array a thousand monks and priests of rev’erend mien, praying, in solemn pageant, to the Lord, afoot set forth the ready barques to board.