Dr. Heidenhoff's Process

anished from his eyes, and in its stead he became sensible of a profound depression of spirits. Physically, he was entirely comforta

assumed an aspect so empty, vain, and colourless, that he felt he would not rise from his bed for anything existence had to offer. He recalled his usual frame of mind, in which these

ch doubtless it will one day pause eternally, when the clock is run down. The long-drawn reverberations of the bell, turning remoteness into music, full of the pathos of a sad and infinite patience, died away with an effect unspeakably dreary. His spirit, drawn forth after the vanishing vibrations, seemed to traverse waste spaces without beginning or ending, and aeons of monotonous duration. A sense of utter loneliness-loneliness inevitable, crushi

oon passed, and

and women with awed voices were talking across the fences which divided adjoining yards. Even the children, as they went to school, forgot to play, and talked in whispers t

peered through the closed shutters of an upper chamber, had relieved the darkness of a thing it had been afraid of. George Bayley sat

ught that the fatal shot must have been fired about three o'clock that morning, and, when Henry heard this, he k

lative present at the funeral. When Mr. Lewis undertook to tell him, for his comfort, that there was

. I should not wish any one to think otherwise. I am

ing spot. It seemed almost cruel that they must ever cease. And, after the funeral, the young men and girls who had known George, not feeling like returning that day to their ordinar

picnic. The latter, in consideration of the saddene