"I took them all down in shorthand as they fell from Dr.Perry's lips.

I have not had time since to transcribe them, but I can read some of them to you, if you will give me an idea as to which ones you want." "Read the first--what she said on the day of the funeral.

I do not think the rest matter very much." Clifton took a paper from his pocket, and, after only a short delay, read out these words: "_December the fifth_: Her sister's name, uttered many times and with greatly varied expression--now in reproach, now in terror, now in what seemed to me in tones of wild pleading and even despair.

This continued at intervals all through the day.
"At three P.M., just as people were gathering for the funeral, the quick, glad cry: 'I smell flowers, sweet, sweet flowers!'" Alas! she did.
"At three-forty P.M., as the services neared their close, a violent change took place in her appearance, and she uttered in shrill tones those astonishing words which horrified all below and made us feel that she had a clairvoyant knowledge of the closing of the casket, then taking place: "'Break it open! Break it open! and see if her heart is there!'" "Pause there," I said; "that is what I mean.

It was not the only time she uttered that cry.