The eyes, still open, had that revolting glare of frenzied delight with which the spirit had departed, and the whole face presented the dread picture of a hopeless end.

I knelt and, though a Protestant, prayed fervently for the soul of the deceased.

I then took my leave of the first and the last of all my ancestors.
To this scene succeeded the usual period of outward sorrow, the interment, and the betrayal of the expectations of the survivors.

I observed that the house was much frequented by many who rarely or never had crossed its threshold during the life of its late owner.

There was much cornering, much talking in an undertone, and looking at me that I did not understand, and gradually the number of regular visitors increased until it amounted to about twenty.