And thus half dead, I heard everything; but I could never find an answer to make to words so certain, and only I wept for my errors.

He, who ever he might be, finished speaking, saying: Trust and fear not, for thy tribulations are written in marble and not without reason." Mere darkness of stupor; not much to be deciphered from it, nor any profitable comment to be made on it, except that it was our poor Christopher's way of crying out his great suffering and misery.

We must not notice it, much as we should like to hold out a hand of sympathy and comfort to him; must not pay much attention to this dark eloquent nonsense--merely words, in which the Admiral never does himself justice.
Acts are his true conversation; and when he speaks in that language all men must listen..