"A little too greedy, my good friend," the Colonel, at his back, remarked. "Allow me to remark, that your conduct manifests too much of the Levite, and too little of the gentleman."
Herman bit his lip, and was silent
After this, there was no word spoken for a long time.
The spectators watched in silence the struggles of the dying man.
How he died!—I shudder but to write it; and would not write it, were I not convinced that atheism in the church is the grand cause of one half of the crimes and evils that afflict the world.
The death-bed of the atheist church-member, with the atheist minister sitting by the bed, was a horrible scene.
I see that picture, now:—
A vast room, furnished with all the incidents of wealth, lofty ceiling, walls adorned with pictures, and carpet that was woven in human blood. A single lamp on the table near the bed, breaks the gloom. The curtains of that bed are of satin, the pillow is of down, the coverlet is spotless as the snow; and there a long slender frame, and a face with the seal of sixty years of life upon it, attract the gaze of silent spectators.
The doctor—his face shaded by the wide rim of his hat, sits by the bed, watch in hand.
Behind him appears the handsome face of Colonel Tarleton—the man of the world, whose form is shrouded in the curtains.