my mark twain-第17节

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judicial　sense　with　which　he　explained　and　justified　the　labor…unions　as
the　sole　present　help　of　the　weak　against　the　strong。

Next　I　saw　him　dead；　lying　in　his　coffin　amid　those　flowers　with　which　we
garland　our　despair　in　that　pitiless　hour。　　After　the　voice　of　his　old
friend　Twichell　had　been　lifted　in　the　prayer　which　it　wailed　through　in
broken…hearted　supplication；　I　looked　a　moment　at　the　face　I　knew　so
well；　and　it　was　patient　with　the　patience　I　had　so　often　seen　in　it：
something　of　puzzle；　a　great　silent　dignity；　an　assent　to　what　must　be
from　the　depths　of　a　nature　whose　tragical　seriousness　broke　in　the
laughter　which　the　unwise　took　for　the　whole　of　him。　　Emerson；
Longfellow；　Lowell；　HolmesI　knew　them　all　and　all　the　rest　of　our
sages；　poets；　seers；　critics；　humorists；　they　were　like　one　another　and
like　other　literary　men；　but　Clemens　was　sole；　incomparable；　the　Lincoln
of　our　literature。









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