One is bound to die once; to be curious about the day or place or manner of dying is unprofitable.

Whatsoever is God's will is good.'[128] As fear had no hold upon his nature, so was he wholly free from the dominion of the senses.

A woman's name, if we except that of the Queen of France, is, I think, not once mentioned in his correspondence.

Even natural affections seem to have been obliterated; for he records nothing of his mother or his father or a sister who survived their deaths.

One suit of clothes sufficed him; and his cell was furnished with three hour-glasses, a picture of Christ in the Garden, and a crucifix raised above a human skull.
[Footnote 127: We may remind our readers of Henri IV.'s parting words to Joseph Scaliger: 'Est-il vrai que vous avez ete de Paris a Dijon sans aller a la selle ?'] [Footnote 128: _Lettere_, vol.i.p.