His mind, amidst all his sufferings, remained perfectly calm and serene.

He went about his daily work with an apparently charmed life, as if he had the strength of many men in him.

Yet all the while he knew he was dying, his chief anxiety being to conceal his state from those about him at home, to whom the knowledge of his actual condition would have been inexpressibly distressing.

"I am cheerful among strangers," he said, "and try to live day by day as a dying man." [1612] He went on teaching as before--lecturing to the Architectural Institute and to the School of Arts.

One day, after a lecture before the latter institute, he lay down to rest, and was shortly awakened by the rupture of a bloodvessel, which occasioned him the loss of a considerable quantity of blood.