text: " He uttered this sentiment with such sudden ardour that all listened while he declaimed--"I can imagine no worse fate for a man of true talent than to linger down into the grave; to find the world disappearing from him while he remains in it; his political vision growing indistinct his political ear losing the voice of man his passions growing stagnant all his sensibilities palpably paralyzing while the world is as loud busy and brilliant round him as ever--with but one sense remaining the unhappy consciousness that though not _yet_ dead he is buried; a figure if not of scorn of pity entombed under the compassionate gaze of mankind and forgotten before he has mouldered