Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Passages from the English Notebooks…
“ I wonder how the English ever attain to any conception of a future existence, since they so overburden themselves with earth and mortality in their ideas of funerals. A drive with an undertaker, in a sable-plumed coach!—talking about graves!—and yet he was a jolly old fellow, wonderfully corpulent, with a smile breaking out easily all over his face,—although, once in a while, he looked professionally lugubrious.All the time the scent of that horrible mourning-coach is in my nostrils, and I breathe nothing but a funeral atmosphere. ”
