The city itself is of pure gold and the walls of jasper--precious abode!--ha! Jack, thou hearest, boy--I am happy--too happy, Jack!--gold--gold!" The final words were uttered with a shout.

They were the last that ever came from the lips of Thomas Goldencalf.

The noise brought in the attendants, who found him dead.

I ordered the room to be cleared as soon as the melancholy truth was fairly established, and remained several minutes alone with the body.

The countenance was set in death.