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MEN I HAVE PAINTED
each side of him and taking his waxlike hands, we bent down to hear his last few words of adieu, of faith and hope. While he was speaking, the notes of the hymn "Nearer, my God, to Thee" were wafted from the street below through the open windows. Turning suddenly upon his side, he breathed a long and contented sigh, and died.
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