Friends, who have with me, meditated on many duties, and on the event that terminates them, dear friends, whom I shall never see in the flesh, may we meet in the vestments of immortality. With those, whom we have given birth, and nurtured, and borne upon our prayers, in the midnight watch, and at the morning dawn, may we stand, not one lost, a glorious company, where is neither shade of infirmity, or sigh of penitence, or fear of change, but where "affection's cup hath lost the taste of tears."
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