From a Hodges' scrapbook, along with this handwritten note, "Cut out by me many years ago but put in scrap book 1924." The author is not credited, but search revealed him to be Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), English writer and poet.
Death itself to the reflecting mind is less serious than marriage. The older plant is cut down that the younger may have room to flourish; a few tears may drop into the loosened soil, and buds and blossoms spring over it. Death is not even a blow; is not even a pulsation, but a pause. But marriage unrolls the awful scroll of numberless generations. Health, genius, honor, are the words inscribed on some; on others are disease, fatuity and infamy.
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From Walter Savage Landor, A Biography by John Forster
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