the eyes of a child again to gaze upon an idolized parent! Oh let her tears of unutterable sorrow be shed over the dear, the lamented cause of them!"
"Impossible! impossible! (said Father Bertrand); the remains of my honoured friend must not be disturbed."
Madame D'Alembert, with a distracted air, now flung back the pall which was thrown over the coffin, as if she hoped herself to effect what she wished; but when the ghastly head of death, curiously engraved upon the lid, with the name and age of her parent, met her eye, she shivered, groaned, and sinking upon it, fainted away. They seized this opportunity to convey her to her chamber, where she was undressed and put to bed, which the female attendants declared was the properest place for her, as she had never stopped to rest from the commencement of her journey.
