And as he gazed on her lying there, he said,—
"Ah, thou sweet Lenichen, thou shalt rise again, and shine like a star; yes, like the sun!"
They had made the coffin too narrow and too short, and he said,—
"The bed is too small for thee! I am indeed joyful in spirit, but after the flesh I am very sad, this parting is so beyond measure trying. Wonderful it is that I should know she is certainly at peace, and that all is well with her, and yet should be so sad."
And when the people who came to lay out the corpse, according to custom, spoke to the doctor, and said they were sorry for his affliction, he said,—
"You should rejoice. I have sent a saint to heaven; yes, a living saint! May we have such a death! Such a death I would gladly die this very hour."
Then said one, "That is true indeed; yet every one would wish to keep his own."
Doctor Martin answered,—
"Flesh is flesh, and blood is blood. I am glad that she is yonder. There is no sorrow but that of the flesh."
To others who came he said,—