Alas! what has Death done with the soul? What feelings does it leave to it? What has it taken away, and what has it given? Where does he put it? and does he ever lend it the eyes of the flesh to look upon this earth and weep?
O for a priest, a priest who can tell me this;
I want a priest, and a crucifix to kiss,
Always the same, my God!
CHAPTER XL.
I have asked them to let me sleep a little, and have thrown myself upon the bed.
I have a rush of blood to the head, which makes rest necessary to me. This is my last sleep in this life. I have had a dream.
I dreamt that it was night, that I was in my study with two or three of my friends, whose names I do not recollect.
My wife was asleep in a room hard by, and our child was with her.
My friends and I spoke in a low voice, so that we might not alarm them.