Weed his grave clean, ye men of goodness, --for he was your brother. --Oh corporal! had I thee, but now, --now, that I am able to give thee a dinner and protection, --how would I cherish thee! thou should'st wear thy Montero-cap every hour of the day, and every day of the week, --and when it was worn out, I would purchase thee a couple like it: ----But alas! alas! alas! now that I can do this in spite of their reverences--the occasion is lost--for thou art gone; --thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came; --and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open vessels, compressed into a _clod of the valley!_
----But what----what is this, to that future and dreaded page, where I look towards the velvet pall, decorated with the military ensigns of thy master--the first--the foremost of created beings; ----where, I shall see thee, faithful servant! laying his sword and scabbard with a trembling hand across his coffin, and then returning pale as ashes to the door, to take his mourning horse by the bridle, to follow his hearse, as he directed thee; ----where--all my father's systems shall be baffled by his sorrows; and, in spite of his philosophy, I shall behold him, as he inspects the lackered plate, twice taking his spectacles from off his nose, to wipe away the dew which nature has shed upon them ----When I see him cast in the rosemary with an air of disconsolation, which cries through my ears, ----O _Toby!_ in what corner of the world shall I seek thy fellow?

Weed his grave clean, ye men of goodness, for he was your brother.
Oh corporal! had I thee, now - how would I cherish thee! thou should'st wear thy Montero-cap every hour of every day - But alas! alas! thou art gone; thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came - and that warm and generous heart of thine, compressed into a clod of the valley!
- But what is this, to that future and dreaded page, where I look towards the velvet pall, decorated with the military ensigns of thy master - the first of men - where, I shall see thee, faithful servant! laying his sword with a trembling hand across his coffin, and then returning pale as ashes to follow his hearse, as he directed thee; where all my father's systems shall be baffled by his sorrows; and, in spite of his philosophy, I shall behold him twice taking his spectacles from off his nose, to wipe his eyes - when I see him sadly cast in the rosemary - O Toby! in what corner of the world shall I seek thy fellow?
