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The Blacksmith

           Whytellthewhole?Theblowsofthebasementhammereverydaygrewmoreandmorebetween;andeachbloweverydaygrewfainterthanthelast;thewifesatfrozenatthewindow,withtearlesseyes,glitteringlygazingintotheweepingfacesofherchildren;thebellowsfell;theforgechokedupwithcinders;thehousewassold;themotherdiveddownintothelongchurch-yardgrass;herchildrentwicefollowedherthither;andthehouseless,familylessoldmanstaggeredoffavagabondincrape;hiseverywoeunreverenced;hisgreyheadascorntoflaxencurls!

           Deathseemstheonlydesirablesequelforacareerlikethis;butDeathisonlyalaunchingintotheregionofthestrangeUntried;itisbutthefirstsalutationtothepossibilitiesoftheimmenseRemote,theWild,theWatery,theUnshored;therefore,tothedeath-longingeyesofsuchmen,whostillhaveleftinthemsomeinteriorcompunctionsagainstsuicide,doestheall-contributedandall-receptiveoceanalluringlyspreadforthhiswholeplainofunimaginable,takingterrors,andwonderful,new-lifeadventures;andfromtheheartsofinfinitePacifics,thethousandmermaidssingtothem"Comehither,broken-hearted;hereisanotherlifewithouttheguiltofintermediatedeath;herearewonderssupernatural,withoutdyingforthem.Comehither!burythyselfinalifewhich,toyournowequallyabhorredandabhorring,landedworld,ismoreobliviousthandeath

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