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Title: Page 55
Full text: 54 THE DIARY OF ADOLPHUS GAETZ Eliza Rudolf and her two daughters came passengers, they having left Quebec two weeks ago, where they have been residing for the last four years. Live. Make haste, O man to live, For thou so soon must die; Time hurries past thee like a breeze, How swift its moments fly. Make haste, O man, to live! To breathe, and wake, and sleep; To smile, to sigh, to grieve; To move in idleness through earth, This, this is not to live! Make haste, O man, to live! Up then with speed and work; Fling ease and self away; This is no time for thee to sleep Up! watch, and work, and pray! Make haste, O man, to live! The useful, not the great; The thing that never dies; The silent toil that is not lost, Set these before thine eyes. Make haste, O man, to live! Make haste, O man, to live, Thy time is almost o'er; O sleep not, dream not, but arise, The Judge is at the door. Make haste, O man, to live! (Note,—All these lines in this Diary are the work of Adolphus Gaetz, his son William Gaetz declares.) January, 1860 "By day, by night, at home, abroad, "Still we are guarded by our God; "The opening year his mercy shows, "May mercy crown it 'till its close". Friday, 6th,—Died this afternoon at 3 O'clock Emily Hazen infant daughter of my brother-in-law Wm. Zwicker, aged 8 months.
