Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.
Various
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of at least three thousand persons--slaves, prisoners, sailors,
soldiers, peasants--men whose best and most devoted friend the hero of
these martial honors had ever been; and from this after, humbler train
of followers, arose the truest, tenderest expression of respect and
sorrow for the dead. When the funeral pomp was over, the remains of
their benefactor lowered into the earth, and the proud procession of the
great had moved away, then would these simple children of the soil steal
noiselessly to the edge of the deep grave, and, with their hearts full
of grief, whisper in low voices to each other of all that they had seen
and known of the good stranger's acts of charity and kindness. Good
indeed he had been to them. Little used to acts or words of love from
their own lords, they had felt the power of his mild manner, his tender
devotion to them, only the more deeply from its novelty. To them, how
irreparable the loss! The higher ranks had lost the grace of a benignant
presence in their high circle; but they--the poor, the friendless--had
lost in him their friend--almost their father. Nature is ever true; they
_felt_ how much that grave had robbed them of. Not a dry eye was seen
among them; and looking sadly down into the hole where all that now
remained of their physician lay, they marveled much why he, a stranger
to them, had left his home, and his friends, and country, to become the
unpaid servant of the poor in a land so far away; and not knowing how,
in their simple hearts, to account for this, they silently dropped their
tears into his grave, and slowly moved away--wondering at all that they
had seen and known of him who was now dead, and thinking sadly of the
long, long time ere they might find another friend like him.
The hole was then filled up--and what had once been Howard was seen of
man no more. A small pyramid was raised above the spot, instead of the
sun-dial which he had himself suggested; and the casual traveler in
Prussian Tartary is still attracted to the place as to one of the
holiest shrines of which this earth can boast.
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