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An illustrated Brighton travel guide Circa 1834

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and beauty o.f man, when his crumb­ling ashes unite with their parent dust, and all distinctions of rank and excellence are lost in that one common lot—the grave. Oh! then, may we never live as though this world were our home, instead of what it is designed to be, a prepara­tion for a better, a more enduring inheritance !"
" Look, dear mamma," said Ed­ward, " there is the new-made grave of a little child."
" Yes, my love," said Mrs. Ash-ton, " I believe I need not tell you what that should teach us."
Edward pressed his mother's hand, in token of assent.
" Aunt," said Helen, u I learned
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