There is a stranger whose coming, they say, is worse than all the ills of life, from whose presence we flee away trembling; but he comes very tenderly sometimes.

And it seemed almost as though Death had known and loved the old man, so gently it touched him.
And how could it deal hardly with him--the loving, simple, childlike old man?
So it smoothed out the wrinkles that were in the old forehead, and fixed the passing smile, and sealed the eyes that they might not weep again; and then the short sleep of time was melted into the long, long sleep of eternity.
"How has he grown so young in this one night ?" they said when they found him in the morning.
Yes, dear old man; to such as you time brings no age.

You die with the purity and innocence of your childhood upon you, though you die in your grey hairs..