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Your father was a young man then, was he not?" "Eighteen." Toto lighted his pipe. "And the man who did it died soon afterwards?" Gigi said. "Of course," said Toto. "What else could my father do? He killed him. It was the least he could have done. My father is also in Paradise." "Requiescat!" ejaculated the carpenter devoutly. "Amen," answered Toto. "He killed him with a mattock."
It took but two minutes to run through the text; the holy water was dashed from the hyssop; and the priest, with a small shovel, threw a quantity of clods after it. "Requiescat in pace!" he cried, like one just awakened, and now for the first time the grave-diggers ceased; they wanted the customary fee, pour boire. The exiles never felt so destitute before; not a sou could be found in the Colony.
An hour ago I thought no power on earth could make me; but we have each suffered wrongs." "Ye have." "I do forgive, then; requiescat in pace." "So shall it be well with thee before God," said the good prelate. So Wilfred was buried in the vaults of St. Frideswide's church. The Archbishop Lanfranc celebrated the funeral mass.
"Do you know that this rabid Bergenheim, with his round face and good-natured smile, killed three or four men while he was in the service, on account of a game of billiards or some such trivial matter?" "Requiescat in pace." "Take care that he does not cause the 'De Profundis' to be sung for you. He was called the best swords man at Saint-Cyr: he has the devil of a lunge.
That's not it! I say to you 'Dominus vobiscum, and you answer me with 'Requiescat in pace! " The worthy professor then repeated the question in the vernacular of the markets, interspersed with cosas and abás at every moment.
"Frigida Francisci lapis hic tegit ossa Petrarcae; Suscipe, Virgo parens, animam; sate Virgine, parce Fessaque jam terris Coeli requiescat in arce."
Inquietum est cor nostrum, donec requiescat in te.... "Restless are our hearts, O my God, until they rest in Thee." Long before St. Francis of Assisi, he practised the mystic rule: "As a stranger and a pilgrim." It is true that in his twentieth year he was very far from being a mystic. But he already felt that restlessness which made him cross the sea and roam Italy from Rome to Milan.
Or if, in Music's festive hall, I come to cheat me of my care, Amid the swell, the dying fall, His genius greets me there. O man of bronze! thy solemn air Best soother of a troubled brain Floods me with memories, and again As thou stand'st visibly to men, Beloved musician! so once more Crawford comes back that did thy form restore. Well, requiescat! let him pass!
The child of secession is dead as dead as the cause of the Southern Confederacy! Jeff. Davis' pet institution was decently buried within the enclosure of Camp Douglas. There being no provision or service in the ritual for this occasion, we may only exclaim, as we look upon his last resting-place, "Requiescat in pace."
Requiescat in pace. I had almost irreverently said, "Rest, cat, in peace." It was at this period that the competition for accumulating money may be said to have commenced in Middle Georgia. Labor became in great demand, and the people began to look leniently upon the slave-trade. The marching of Africans, directly imported, through the country for sale, is a memory of sixty-five years ago.
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