The dead are at peace--their troubles are over; but our agony is yet to come.
"Margaret! Margaret! look at me! pity me! "Ah, she will not hear! She turns away! See, she is gliding hither and thither seeking the graves of her children-- "Margaret! I could not help it.

They would not let them lie beside thee! They took them away in the cart.

I would have sprung in after them, but they held me back.
"Ah, woe is me! woe is me! There is no place for me either among the living or the dead.

All turn from me alike!" The tears rolled down the poor man's face, his voice was choked with sobs.

He still continued to point and to cry out, and to address some imaginary being whom he declared was wandering amongst the tombs.