The getting ready for death has gone, and it is death itself, then.

And I should think it would be only the friend's hand and the friend's eyes, just the human sympathy, which would make it easier.

I suppose all one can do is to say, 'Let my friendship go with you through it all,--all this unknown to us both.'" Dr.Howe turned and looked at her sharply; the twilight had fallen, and the carriage was very dark.

"That's a heathenish thing to say, Helen, and it is not so.

The consolations of religion belong to a man in death as much as in life; they ought not to belong more to death than to life, but they do, sometimes.