His prayers were of no avail.

His mother died with her hand in his shortly after the deputation had departed.

Her husband had preceded her to the tomb a few years before.

He always had a firm presentiment that he should be carried in the arm-chair to the hospital, "where all the Jasmins die." But Jasmin did his best to save his father from that indignity.

He had already broken the arm-chair, and the old tailor died peacefully in the arms of his son.
Some four months after the recitation of Franconnette at Toulouse, Jasmin resumed his readings in the cause of charity.