afforded me.  As the light was going out of my eyes I saw again the faces looking at each other, questioning, benign, beautiful heads one over another, eyes that were clear as the heavens, but sad.  I trembled while I gazed:  there was the bliss of heaven in their faces, yet they were sad.  Then everything faded.  I was led away, I know not how, and brought to the door and put forth.  I was not worthy to see the blessed grieve.  That is a sight upon which the angels look with awe, and which brings those tears which are salvation into the eyes of God.

I went back to my house, weary yet calm.  There were many in my house; but because my heart was full of one who was not there, I knew not those who were there.  I sat me down where she had been.  I was weary, more weary than ever before, but calm.  Then I bethought me that I knew no more than at the first, that I had lived among the unseen as if they were my neighbours, neither fearing them, nor hearing those wonders which they have to tell.  As I sat with my head in my hands, two talked to each other close by:  ‘Is it true that we have failed?’ said one; and the other answered, ‘Must not all fail that is not sent of the Father?’ I was silent; but I knew them, they were the voices of my father and my mother.  I listened as out of a faint, in a dream.

While I sat thus, with these voices in my ears, which a little while before would have seemed to me more worthy of note than anything on earth, but which now lulled me and comforted me, as a child is comforted by the voices of its guardians in the night, there occurred a new thing in the city like nothing I had heard before.  It roused me notwithstanding my exhaustion and stupor.  It was the sound as of some one passing through the city suddenly and swiftly, whether in some wonderful chariot, whether on some sweeping mighty wind, I cannot tell.  The voices stopped that were conversing beside me, and I stood up, and with an impulse I could not resist went out, as if a king were passing that way.  Straight, without turning to the right or left, through the city, from one gate to another, this passenger seemed going; and as he went there was the sound as of a proclamation, as if it were a herald denouncing war or ratifying peace.  Whosoever he was, the sweep of his going moved my hair like a wind.  At first the proclamation was but as a great shout, and I could not understand it; but as he came nearer the words became distinct.  ’Neither will they believe—­though one rose from the dead.’  As it passed a murmur went up from the city, like the voice of a great multitude.  Then there came sudden silence.