A deep low under sound pealed from a
distance; in the same moment, a trumpet answered with a single
mournful note from the stateliest and darkest portion of the fabric,
and it was whispered in every ear, "It is coming." Then an awful
cadence of solemn music, that affected the heart like silence, was
heard at intervals, and a numerous retinue of grave and venerable
men,
"The fathers of their time,
Those mighty master spirits, that withstood
The fall of monarchies, and high upheld
Their country's standard, glorious in the storm,"
passed slowly before me, bearing the emblems and trophies of a king.
They were as a series of great historical events, and I beheld
behind them, following and followed, an awful and indistinct image,
like the vision of Job. It moved on, and I could not discern the
form thereof, but there were honours and heraldries, and sorrow, and
silence, and I heard the stir of a profound homage performing within
the breasts of all the witnesses. But I must not indulge myself
farther on this subject. I cannot hope to excite in you the
emotions with which I was so profoundly affected.
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