Note 94 — JOURNAL. (continued 6)

My astonishment was unfeigned, when, upon an after inspection, I found this very lofty gateway was constructed of painted wood. What! a cheat, a sham thing at the threshold of the grave!—surely, thereabouts pretences should have an end. Sham magnificence, too, is sad; an iron railing, or a wooden paling, would, to my mind, have been a thousand times better than this mock granite. Let us hope that this is merely a temporary entrance,—there is real granite enough to be had at Quincy; and if the living can't afford it, why the dead will never miss it,—and any thing would be better than an imitation gateway.