happiness in this world is gone for ever;—but 'tis a comfort to think, that, from the common course of nature, none of us can expect much longer to continue in it."
"My friends (said Father Bertrand, collecting all his spirits to his aid, and wiping away the tear which had bedewed his pale cheek), my friends (looking round him with the most benign compassion), moderate those transports of grief, by patiently acquiescing in the will of the Almighty; endeavour to deserve a continuance of some of his blessings.
"Peace (continued he, advancing to the foot of the bed, and kneeling before it, while his arms folded upon his breast, and his head gently reclined, seemed to denote that submission to the divine will which he preached to others), peace to the soul of the departed; and may we all, like her, be prepared for our latter end!"
"Let all (cried Agatha, as he rose from his knees) whose services are not required, now retire from the room."
