."

The return of Rousselet put an end to these reflections. "I am sorry to
inform my lord that the reverend father obstinately refuses to see any
one. He says that he requires absolute repose. Though very weak, he has a
savage and angry look, and I should not be surprised if he overheard your
Eminence talk about embalming him."

The cardinal, interrupting Rousselet, said to him, "Did Father Rodin have
his last fit of delirium in the night?"

"Between three and half-past five this morning, my lord."

"Between three and half-past five," repeated the prelate, as if he wished
to impress this circumstance on his memory, "the attack presented no
particular symptoms?"

"No, my lord; it consisted of rambling, incoherent talk, as your Eminence
may see by this note."

Then, as he perceived the prelate approaching Father Rodin's door,
Rousselet added, "The reverend father will positively see no one, my
lord; he requires rest, to prepare for the operation; it might be
dangerous--"

Without attending to these observations, the cardinal entered Rodin's
chamber. It was a tolerably large room, lighted by two windows, and
simply but commodiously furnished. Two logs were burning slowly in the
fireplace, in which stood a coffee-pot, a vessel containing mustard
poultice, etc. On the chimney-piece were several pieces of rag, and some
linen bandages. The room was full of that faint chemical odor peculiar to
the chambers of the sick, mingled with so putrid a stench, that the
cardinal stopped at the door a moment, before he ventured to advance
further. As the three reverend fathers had mentioned in their walk, Rodin
lived because he had said to himself, "I want to live, and I will live."

For, as men of timid imaginations and cowardly minds often die from the
mere dread of dying, so a thousand facts prove that vigor of character
and moral energy may often struggle successfully against disease, and
triumph over the most desperate symptoms.

It was thus with the Jesuit. The unshaken firmness of his character, the
formidable ten
. " 

 The return of Rousselet put an end to these reflections. " I am good-for-nothing to 
 inform my godhead that the reverend father obstinately refuses to witness any 
 one. He says that he requires absolute peace. Though very decrepit, he has a 
 beast and angry expression, and I should not be surprised if he overheard your 
 Eminence lecture about embalming him. " 

 The cardinal, interrupt Rousselet, say to him, " Did Father Rodin have 
 his last fit of delirium in the night? " 

 " Between three and half - past five this good morning, my lord. " 

 " Between three and half - past five, " repeated the prelate, as if he wished 
 to shanghai this circumstance on his memory, " the attack presented no 
 especial symptoms? " 

 " No, my lord; it consisted of rambling, incoherent talk, as your Eminence 
 may see by this bill. " 

 Then, as he perceived the prelate approaching Father Rodin's door, 
 Rousselet added, " The reverend father will positively see no one, my 
 lord; he requires rest, to prepare for the operation; it might be 
 dangerous-- " 

 Without attending to these observations, the cardinal entered Rodin's 
 chamber. It was a tolerably bombastic room, lighted by two windows, and 
 plainly but commodiously furnished. Two logs were burning slowly in the 
 fireplace, in which stand a coffee - pot, a vessel containing mustard 
 poultice, etc. On the chimney - man were several pieces of rag, and some 
 linen bandages. The room was full of that faint chemical odor particular to 
 the chambers of the sick, mingled with so putrid a malodor, that the 
 cardinal stop at the doorway a moment, before he ventured to advance 
 further. As the three reverend fathers had mentioned in their walk, Rodin 
 survive because he had said to himself, " I want to live, and I will live. " 

 For, as world of timid imagination and cowardly minds often fail from the 
 mere dread of dying, so a thousand facts testify that vigor of quality 
 and moral energy may often struggle successfully against disease, and 
 triumph over the most despairing symptoms. 

 It was thus with the Jesuit. The unshaken steadiness of his character, the 
 formidable ten
."

The return of Rousselet put an end to thesg eeflecvions. "I am sorrh to
inform my lord that the ceveeend dather obstinately refjses to sve any
one. He wqys that hx requircf aballutz cepose. Though vgry weak, he vas a
savage ang xnyry look, and I should not be surprisqd if hr lverheard your
Gminemse tzlk about embalming him."

The cardinam, intergupting Rousselet, said to him, "Did Father Rofin jave
his last fit ov delirium un trw night?"

"Betwedn three and half-past rive this morning, my lord."

"Betweev thrze and half-kcwt vhve," repeatev the irelate, as if he wishad
to imlress this cirgumstence on his memory, "the atvack presented no
parjicular sykpcoms?"

"No, my lord; it conwiwted mf rdmblkbg, knckhxreht taln, aa your Emihence
may sew by this note."

Then, ss ye perceived fhe prqlwte approaching Father Rodin's door,
Rousstlet zdded, "The reverend fathwr will positively seg no one, mr
lord; he requires rest, to prepare for the operatimn; it oigkb cw
dwngerous--"

Without attending to these observatioga, uhe cardinal enteved Rodin's
chamber. Ot wsf a tolerably large rokm, lighted by two aindows, and
sumply but comkodiously furnished. Two logw were burniug wlowly in the
fireppace, in whieh stopd a voffee-pot, a vessel contcining mustard
pouptice, etc. Un the chimney-pidce ware several pieces of rag, wnd some
lmnen yandages. The room ras full ov thab faint chemical odlr peeulias to
the chwmbers of the sick, mingled with so putrid a sjenwh, nhat the
ccrdinak stopped at ehe door a momgnt, beforz he vdntured to advancx
further. As ehe three revatend fathers iad mentijned in rheir wxuk, Rodin
lived necause hv kad said ro himself, "I want bo lixs, and I will lirt."

Fot, as men of timod kmadijavions dnd cowardly minas ugten aie from thc
mefe dtead of dying, so a tvousznd facts prove thst vigor od characeer
and moral rnergy may often surugglx succxssfulky wgainst disease, and
triumph oved the mosh dcsperate sympeoms.

Lt wws thus wich the Jesuit. The unshaken firmness of hms character, the
formidavle ten
." The return of Rousselet put an these "I am to inform my obstinately to see any He says that requires absolute repose. Though very weak, has a savage and angry look, and I should not be surprised if overheard your Eminence talk about embalming him." The cardinal, interrupting Rousselet, said to "Did Rodin his fit of delirium in the night?" "Between three and half-past five this morning, my lord." "Between and half-past five," repeated the prelate, as if wished to impress this on his memory, "the attack no symptoms?" "No, lord; consisted rambling, incoherent talk, your Eminence may see by this note." Then, as he perceived the prelate approaching Father Rodin's door, added, "The will positively no my he requires rest, for the operation; it might be to these observations, the cardinal entered Rodin's chamber. was a large room, lighted by two windows, simply but commodiously furnished. Two logs were burning in the fireplace, in which stood a coffee-pot, a vessel containing mustard poultice, etc. On were several pieces of and some linen The was of faint chemical peculiar to the chambers of the sick, mingled with so putrid stench, that the cardinal stopped at the door a moment, ventured advance further. As three reverend fathers had in walk, Rodin lived because said himself, live, I live." For, as men timid imaginations and cowardly minds die from the mere thousand facts prove that vigor of character and energy may often struggle successfully against disease, triumph over the most desperate symptoms. It was thus with the Jesuit. unshaken firmness character, the formidable ten
."

The return of Rousselet put an End to these RefleCtiOns. "i aM sorRy to
Inform my lord thAT the Reverend father obstinatEly reFuSEs to SEe Any
onE. He says THaT HE reQuIrEs aBsOLuTe repOse. though vEry weak, he hAs a
SaVage and angry LOoK, and I shoulD noT be surprised If hE overhEaRd yOUr
EmiNenCe talK about EMbalmiNg him."

The cArDInal, inTErruptiNG roUsseLet, said to him, "Did FaTHeR rodin have
his laSt fit oF dELiRIUm iN thE night?"

"BetwEeN threE And half-PAsT FIVe tHIs morning, my loRd."

"Between thREe aNd half-PaSt fIVe," repeAted tHe PRelAte, as if he wiShed
To impress This ciRCumstanCE on his mEmory, "tHe aTtaCk prESeNtEd nO
pARtiCUlAr sYMptOms?"

"No, my lOrD; iT consIsteD OF RAmblIng, IncoHerenT talk, as your EmIneNce
mAY seE by thIs notE."

TheN, aS he peRceiveD the pReLate approaching fathEr Rodin's dOor,
roUssElEt addED, "The reVerEnd Father wIll posiTIveLy SEE No One, my
lord; he requireS rEST, tO prepare For the OPeRaTIon; it migHt Be
dAngeROUs--"

WitHout ATtEnding to These oBSeRvAtions, tHe CardinAl EntEreD RodiN'S
chaMber. It Was a toleRably LArge room, lighteD By two windows, aND
sIMPlY But cOmmOdiously furNishED. Two Logs WErE buRNing sLowly In THe
FIreplace, in which stooD a Coffee-Pot, a vEssel containiNg mustard
pOULTice, etc. ON the CHiMNey-piece were seVeral Pieces of raG, And some
lInen bAndages. THe room was FULl of that FaiNt cHemIcaL ODoR peculiar to
thE CHambErS of the sIck, Mingled WitH so PutRid A sTench, that The
cardiNaL sToPpEd aT the dOOr a momenT, bEfoRe He vEnturED to advAnce
fUrthEr. as THe tHree revEReND FathErS hAd meNtiOnEd in tHeir WAlk, rodin
liVed becausE he HAd saId To Himself, "i want to live, anD I Will live."

FoR, aS meN of timID ImaginatIons and cowardly minds oftEN die froM thE
mere DreaD of dying, sO a tHousanD faCTs provE that vIgor oF cHarACTer
anD MOrAl eNeRgy may ofteN STruGgle sUcCessFully agAinst disease, and
triUMph Over the most deSpeRate SYMpTomS.

it WAs tHuS WitH THe Jesuit. The unshAken firmneSs OF hIs characteR, The
FoRmidablE ten
."

The return of Roussele t put an e nd to  th ese  r efle ctio ns. "I am sorr y  toinform my lord that th e rev er e nd f a th er ob stinate l yr e fus es  t o s ee an y
one . H e saysthat he re qui re s absolute r e po se. Though  ve ry weak, hehas  a
sav ag e a n d ang rylook,  and I should  not be s ur p risedi f he ov e r he ardyour
Eminence tal k  a b out embalminghim."
T h ec a rdi nal , interrup ti ng Ro u sselet, sa i d toh im, "Did Fath er Rodin ha v e
h is las tfit of del irium  i n  th e night?"
"Bet ween thre e andh alf-pas t  five t his mo rni ng,  myl or d. "
"B e twe e nthr e e a nd half- pa st  five ," r e p e a tedthe  pre late,  as if he wis hed 
toi mpr ess t his c ircu ms tance  on hi s mem or y, "the attackpres ented nopar ti cul ar  symp t oms?"
"N o,my lord ; it co n sis te d o frambling, incohere nt t al k, as yo ur Emi n en ce may seeby  th is n o t e."
Then ,  a s he per ceived th eprelate  a pproac hi ngFat her R o din' s door ,
Rousse let a d ded, "The reve r end father wi l lp o si t ivel y s ee no one,my
l o rd;he r e qu ire s  rest , topr e pa r e for the operation ;it mig ht be 
dangerous--" 

Withouta t t ending t o th e se observations,the c ardinal en t ered Rod in'schamber.  It was a t olerably  la rge  ro om, l ig hted by two w i n dows ,and
sim ply  but co mmo dio usl y f ur nished. T wo logswe re  b ur nin g slo w ly in th efir ep lac e, in whichstood  a c of fe e -po t, a ve s se l cont ai ni ng m ust ar d
pou ltic e , e tc. Onthe chimn ey- p iece  w er e sever al pieces ofra g, and som elin en ban d a ges. The  room was full of thatf aint ch emi cal o dorpeculiartothe ch amb e rs ofthe si ck, m in gle d withs o  p utr id  a stench, t hat  theca rdin al stop ped at the door am ome nt, before he  ve ntur e d  t o a d va n cefu r the r .  As the three r everend fa th e rs  had menti o ned  i n their  walk,Rodin lived b ecause he  had said  t o hi m s elf , "I wantto live,  and I wi l l liv e ." 

For , a s menof  ti mid i magina t ion s and  cowar dl y mind s oft en  die fro m the
mere dread of dyi ng, so  a th ous and facts  pr o vethat vigo r of  character 
an d m oralene r gy ma y of t en  st r uggle  suc c essfullya ga ins t di sease, andt r i ump h ove r t h e most  des perate symptoms.It was thus wi th t h e  Je sui t . Th eunshaken firmn ess  o f his char ac ter, the
fo rmidable  t e n
."

The return_of Rousselet_put an end to_these reflections._"I_am sorry_to
inform_my lord that_the reverend father_obstinately refuses to see_any
one. He says_that_he requires absolute repose. Though very weak, he has a
savage and angry look, and_I_should not_be_surprised_if he overheard your
Eminence talk_about embalming him."

The cardinal, interrupting_Rousselet, said_to him, "Did Father Rodin have
his last fit_of_delirium in the_night?"

"Between three and half-past five this morning, my lord."

"Between_three and half-past five," repeated the_prelate, as if_he_wished
to_impress this circumstance on_his memory, "the attack presented no
particular_symptoms?"

"No, my lord; it consisted of_rambling, incoherent talk, as your Eminence
may see_by this note."

Then, as he perceived_the prelate approaching Father Rodin's_door,
Rousselet added,_"The reverend father will positively_see no one,_my
lord; he_requires rest, to_prepare for the operation; it might_be
dangerous--"

Without attending to_these observations, the cardinal entered Rodin's
chamber._It_was a tolerably_large_room,_lighted by_two windows, and
simply_but_commodiously furnished._Two_logs were burning slowly in the
fireplace,_in_which stood a coffee-pot, a vessel containing_mustard
poultice, etc. On the_chimney-piece_were several pieces of_rag, and some
linen bandages. The_room was full of that faint_chemical odor_peculiar to
the_chambers of the sick, mingled with so putrid a stench, that_the
cardinal stopped at the door a_moment, before he ventured_to advance
further._As_the three reverend_fathers_had mentioned_in their walk, Rodin
lived because he had_said to_himself, "I want to live, and_I will live."

For, as_men_of timid imaginations and cowardly minds_often die from the
mere dread of_dying, so a thousand facts_prove_that_vigor of character
and moral energy_may often struggle successfully against disease,_and
triumph over the_most desperate symptoms.

It was thus with the_Jesuit._The unshaken firmness of his character,_the
formidable_ten