I confided not at all in the efforts of his reason or his piety.

There were few evils which his modes of thinking would not disarm of their sting; but here, all opiates to grief, and all compellers of patience were vain.

This spectacle would be unavoidably followed by the outrages of desperation, and a rushing to death.
For the present, I neglected to ask myself what motive brought him hither.

I was only fearful of the effects to flow from the sight of the dead.

Yet could it be long concealed from him?
Some time and speedily he would obtain this knowledge.