Yes, I was right, there was a heaving of the breast, and then a gasping.

Were those words which I heard?
Yes, they were words, low and indistinct at first, and then audible.

The mind of the dying man was reverting to former scenes.
I heard him mention names which I had often heard him mention before.

It was an awful moment; I felt stupified, but I still contrived to support my dying father.

There was a pause, again my father spoke: I heard him speak of Minden, and of Meredith, the old Minden sergeant, and then he uttered another name, which at one period of his life was much in his lips, the name of--but this is a solemn moment! There was a deep gasp: I shook, and thought all was over; but I was mistaken--my father moved, and revived for a moment; he supported himself in bed without my assistance.
I make no doubt that for a moment he was perfectly sensible, and it was then that, clasping his hands, he uttered another name clearly, distinctly--it was the name of Christ.