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breast-pin, so to say. The immortelle requires no attention : you just
hang it up, and there you are; just leave it alone, it will take care of
your grief for you, and keep it in mind better than you ean ; stands
weather first-rate, and lasts like boiler-iron.
On sunny days, pretty little chame-
leons—gracefullest of legged reptiles—
creep along the marble fronts of the
vaults, and catch flies. Their changes
of colour—as to variety—are not up to
the creature's reputation. They change
colour when a person comes along and
hangs up an immortelle; but that is
nothing: any right-feeling reptile would
do that.
I will gradually drop this   subject
CHAMELEONS.
of graveyards. I have been trying all I could to get down to the
sentimental part of it, but I cannot accomplish it. I think there is
no genuinely sentimental part to it. It is all grotesque, ghastly,
horrible. Graveyards may have been justifiable in the bygone ages,
-when nobody knew that for every dead body put into the ground, to
glut the earth and th« plant-roots, and the air with disease-germs.
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