To think the thought of death merged1 in the thought of
materials，
To think of all these wonders of city and country， and others
taking great interest in them， and we taking no interest
in them.
To think how eager we are in building our houses，
To think others shall be just as eager， and we quite
indifferent.
（I see one building the house that serves him a few years， or
seventy or eighty years at most，
I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.）
Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole earth -
they never cease - they are the burial lines，
He that was President was buried， and he that is now President
shall surely be buried.
