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108 Behind the Scenes.
scions single-heartedness. I found I was studying him irresistibly, as one of the sweet problems
of childhood that the world is blessed with in
rare places; and the news of his death (I was
absent from Washington, on a visit to my own
children, at the time) came to me like a knell
heard unexpectedly at a merry-making.
" On the day of the funeral I went before the
hour, to take a near farewell look at the dear
boy; for they had embalmed him to send home
to the West—to sleep under the sod of'his own
valley—and the coffin-lid was to be closed before the service. The family had just taken
their leave of him, and the servants and nurses
were seeing him for the last time—and with
tears and sobs wholly unrestrained, for he was
loved like an idol by every one of them. He
lay with eyes closed—his brown hair parted as
we had known it—pale in the slumber of death;
but otherwise unchanged, for he was dressed as
if for the evening, and held in one of his hands,
| Title | Behind the scenes, or, Thirty years a slave and four years in the White House |
| Creator | Keckley, Elizabeth |
| Publisher | G.W. Carleton & Co. |
| Place of Publication | New York |
| Date | 1868 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000113 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | 108 Behind the Scenes. scions single-heartedness. I found I was studying him irresistibly, as one of the sweet problems of childhood that the world is blessed with in rare places; and the news of his death (I was absent from Washington, on a visit to my own children, at the time) came to me like a knell heard unexpectedly at a merry-making. " On the day of the funeral I went before the hour, to take a near farewell look at the dear boy; for they had embalmed him to send home to the West—to sleep under the sod of'his own valley—and the coffin-lid was to be closed before the service. The family had just taken their leave of him, and the servants and nurses were seeing him for the last time—and with tears and sobs wholly unrestrained, for he was loved like an idol by every one of them. He lay with eyes closed—his brown hair parted as we had known it—pale in the slumber of death; but otherwise unchanged, for he was dressed as if for the evening, and held in one of his hands, |
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