Those who love death die old.
Between two and three thousand persons attended the funeral; no one was permitted to wear any but gay clothes; and the funeral sermon was read by a little girl of twelve, from the text, Micah vii.

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[Sidenote: A DIGRESSION ON MILLS] The mill of John Oliver has vanished, nothing but a depression in the turf now indicating where its foundations stood.

Too many Sussex windmills have disappeared.

Clayton still has her twain, landmarks for many miles--I have seen them on exceptionally clear days from the Kentish hills--and other windmills are scattered over the county; but many more than now exist have ceased to be, victims of the power of steam.

There is probably no contrast aesthetically more to the disadvantage of the modern substitute than that of the steam mill of to-day with the windmill of yesterday.