Aug. 9.
The melancholy duty is done. Poor Mrs. Rantoul! Of course it is a case where there is no language of external signs. The heart alone knows it. She arrived in the morning: he died that night. Every thing was done that could be done. Funeral services were performed at his lodgings. At four o'clock, Mrs. Rantoul, accompanied by several friends, took the cars for home. What a sad meeting!
SOURCE: Mary Tyler Peabody Mann, Life of Horace Mann, pp. 378-9
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