Fools and Idiots! Is not the grave open to all? And did she not well to love her father’s soul better than his wealth? And did she not well to labor for it, unceasingly; and then, the crowning of that labor, to lie down and die?
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SECTION XV.
The daughter of the rich man was carried to her grave upon the shoulders of the rich, followed by a crowd of worshipers; and as the body was borne into the Chapel of the Departed, and the procession flowed in, and filled the aisles, the choristers chanted the Requiem for the dead.
Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet secium in favilla,
Teste David cum Sybilla.
“My daughter, oh! my daughter; why wouldst thou die?”
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando Judex est venturus,