The General's hand fell from his wrist.
I took it in mine and laid it upon my breast.

Dr.Craik put his hand on his eyes and he expired without a struggle or a Sigh! While we were fixed in silent grief, Mrs.Washington, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, asked, with a firm and collected voice, 'Is he gone ?' I could not speak, but held up my hand as a signal that he was.

''Tis well,' said she in a plain voice.

'All is now over.

I have no more trials to pass through.