Let the selfsame cantors come from Debreczen and sing over me the same chants, and no other.

Just what they sang over her, and the selfsame youths must do it.
All those chants were so dear to me." "Oh, sir," said the priest, "perchance every one of these students may be grown-up men by then." The Squire only shook his head, and thus proceeded-- "And when they have opened the vault, they are to break down the partition wall between the two niches, so that there may be nothing between her coffin and mine, and I may descend into the grave with the comfortable thought that I shall sleep beside her till the day of that joyful resurrection which God grants to every true believer.

Amen!" And all those big grave men sitting round the table there fell a-weeping, and not one of them felt ashamed of himself before the others.

Even the matter-of-fact lawyer spoilt his nib, and could not see the letters he was writing.

Only on the Squire's face was there no sign of sadness.