The Dying Sinner - Death Bed Scenes -1851

Late in the afternoon I called again. Every eye in the room was filled with tears, but poor Louisa saw not, and heeded not their weeping. Her reason was gone. For some time, I lingered round the solemn scene. At the present moment that chamber of death is as vividly present to my mind as it was when I looked upon it through irrepressible tears. I can now see the restless form, the swollen veins, the hectic, burning cheek, the eyes rolling wildly around the room, and the weeping friends. In silence I had entered the room, and in silence and sadness I turned away.