vm PART FIRST
are spoken to by the dying man. The Bishop afterwards withdraws from the bed and comes to the landing where the others are.
A list of his directions has been drawn, And feeling somewhat more at mental ease He asks Sir Walter if he has long to live. Farquhar just answered, in a soothing tone, That hope still frailly breathed recovery. At this my dear friend smiled and shook his head, As if to say : " I can translate your words, But I reproach not friendship's lullabies."
Rest he required ; and rest was not for him. FARQUHAR comes forward as they wait.
His spell of concentration on these things, Determined now, that long have wasted him, Have left him in a numbing lethargy, From which I fear he may not rouse to strength For speech with earth again.
But hark. He does. They listen.
PITT My country! How I leave my country ! . . .
Immense the matter those poor words contain!