I know what they mean.

I will weep no more.

They put my Juan's body in the grave, but they have not buried HIM." All day she was silent and full of thought, but her face was smiling and hopeful, and she had the air of one waiting for some assured happiness.
About three o'clock in the afternoon she stood up quickly and cried, "Hark! the battle has begun!" Every one listened intently, and after a short pause the oldest of the guides nodded.

"I'd give the rest of my life to be young again," he said, "just for three hours to be young, and behind Houston!" "TO-MORROW WE SHALL HEAR." The words fell from the Senora's lips with a singular significance.
Her face and voice were the face and voice of some glad diviner, triumphantly carrying her own augury.

Under a little grove of trees she walked until sunset, passing the beads of her rosary through her fingers, and mechanically whispering the prayers appointed.