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chest, to ascertain whether life might not be yet 

 standing, tottering upon the threshold of eternity: 

 but I listened in vain. The spirit had departed 

 from its earthly tenement — had shaken off its 

 mortal shackles — had passed the bourne: and that 

 lately warm and noble heart had ceased its pulsations 

 forever! — the tongue that pleaded so eloquently for 

 the truths he taught, would plead no more. 



I knew that for him life's volume was closed, 

 but how could I speak that knowledge? What a 

 scene of woe would one simple word disclose! Oh 

 how truly is it, that to us is given the power to 

 cause the blush of hope to mantle the pale cheek, or 

 to speak the words that will make it paler still ! and 

 how painfully did I feel this as I turned from that 

 bed and whispered the word, "Dead!" — and ere my 

 startled ear recovered from the shock that whisper 

 made on silence, it was re-echoed amid the tears and 

 the lamentations even of those without! He was 

 dead! Yes, there he lay calmly and quietly, as in 

 sweet repose. His spirit had passed away like the 

 zephyr's breath, and there was a lingering smile 

 upon his cold lip, that told how happily. 



In less than an hour the news of his death had 

 spread over the whole city, and in the evidences of 

 deep regret and consternation in the face of each 

 passer-by, you might have read the sorrow and the 

 surprise that were so general. The people began to 

 crowd around his residence at an early hour, to 

 obtain a look of all that was left of their Bishop. 



