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CHAPTER II THE BALM OF SOLITUDE A little wooden railing surrounded my father's grave. According to his expressed wish, he was buried in the village cemetery. Every day I visited his tomb and passed part of the day on a little bench in the interior of the vault. The rest of the time I lived alone in the house in which he died, and kept with me only one servant. Whatever sorrows the passions may cause, the woes of life are not to be compared with those of death. My first thought