"He need have no further care for the opinions of others; but the mourners?
Why, custom requires them to assume an air of grief and to shed tears." "Very true; regret repeats itself by the side of the dead," replied the physician.

"But the chamber of the dying is like a church.

Death consecrates it, and the man who stands face to face with death often drops the mask by which he cheats his fellows.

There we may see faces which you would shudder to look on, but others, too, which merely to see is enough to make us regard the degenerate species to which we belong with renewed respect." "And you found such a comforting vision in Orion,--the thief, the false witness, the corrupt judge!" exclaimed Paula, starting up in indignant astonishment.
"There! you see," laughed Philippus.

"Just like a woman! A little juggling, and lo! what was only rose color is turned to purple.No.