He carefully turned the body over, examined it every where, looked earnestly at the face, around which the matted hair clustered heavily: "He has gone upon his long journey!" said the young doctor, in a low, solemn tone, still looking at the face with an emotion of sad sympathy, for it was a face that had been very handsome; and it was a young man, like himself.

The city bells clanged three.
"Who is it ?" he asked.
Nobody knew.
"Look at his handkerchief." They found it, and handed it to the young doctor.

He unrolled it, holding it smooth in his hands; suddenly his face turned pale; the tears burst into his eyes.

A curious throng of recollections and emotions overpowered him.

His heart ached as he leaned over the body; and laying the matted hair away, he looked long and earnestly into the face.