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should I recover, and "Mitres thereupon be suffer'd to rain down from heaven as thick as hail, not one of them would fit it."—Yorick's last breath was hanging upon his trembling lips ready to depart as he uttered this;—yet still it was utter'd with something of a cervantick tone;—and as he spoke it, Eugenius could perceive a stream of lambent fire lighted up for a moment in his eyes;—faint picture of those flashes of his spirit, which (as Shakespear said of his ancestor) were wont to set the table in a roar!
Eugenius was convinced from this, that the heart of his friend was broke; he squeezed his hand,—and then walk'd softly out of the room, weeping as he walk'd. Yorick followed Eugenius with his eyes to the door,—he then closed them,—and never opened them more.
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