Let none of you think that his life has been wasted.

Possibly, had it pleased heaven to spare him, he might have found great works to do among his fellow-men, and he would have done them as few else could.

But do not let us fancy that our work must cease of necessity with our lives.

Not so; far rather must we believe that it will continue for ever; seeing that we are all partakers of God's unspeakable blessing, the common mystery of immortality.

Perhaps it may be the glorious destiny of very many here to recognise that truth, more fully when we meet and converse with our dear departed brother in a holier and happier world." I have preserved some faint echo of the words he used, but I can give no conception of the dignity and earnestness of his manner, or the intense pathos of his tones.
The scene passed before me again as I looked at him, while he lingered over Eric's verses, and seemed lost in a reverie of thought.
At last he looked up and sighed.