Excerpt from Discourse Delivered at the Funeral of Hon. William M. Richardson: On the 26th Day of March, A. D., 1838 IT needs not the announcement of these words of Holy Writ, at the present time, to convince us that all flesh is grass, and the goodliness thereof as the flower of the field. We have before us the affecting memorials of human frailty. The deep solemnity on the minds of all around us; the tears and sighs of the mourners; the sympathy of surviving friends; these are the voice of God, saying to every one of us, dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. We take our journey through life in far different ways. Some keep the lowly vales of life, and are known only to a few friends and acquaintances; others fill a large space in the knowledge and estimation of their fellow-men yet all alike follow the same destination, every one in his turn say ing to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister. We are always ih Structed by death; and he who quits this earthly stage, for one of far other magnitude, has a lesson in his departure for his respective circle of acquaintances. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.