Why, Henry, I feel as dying persons do about having people look at their faces after they are dead.

I shouldn't like to have any of my enemies who knew all about me see me after I've forgotten.
You'll take care that they don't, won't you, Henry ?" "Why, dear, that is morbid.

What is it to a dead person, whose soul is in heaven, who looks at his dead face?
It will be so with you after to-morrow if the process succeeds." She thought a while, and then said, shaking her head-- "Well, anyhow, I'd rather none but my friends, of those who used to know me, should see me.

You'll see to it, Henry.

You may look at me all you please, and think of what you please as you look.