I could not fail to perceive a shadowy resemblance between it and my father's death.
On the latter event, I had frequently reflected; my reflections never conducted me to certainty, but the doubts that existed were not of a tormenting kind.

I could not deny that the event was miraculous, and yet I was invincibly averse to that method of solution.

My wonder was excited by the inscrutableness of the cause, but my wonder was unmixed with sorrow or fear.

It begat in me a thrilling, and not unpleasing solemnity.

Similar to these were the sensations produced by the recent adventure.
But its effect upon my brother's imagination was of chief moment.
All that was desirable was, that it should be regarded by him with indifference.