CHAPTER XII
my floting sun reddens my ains s last rays. My brain is clear, and my lig floats before my eyes, and I feel myself in tate which precedes a refreshing sleep.
Yonder, opposite t time I my o eful smile.
quot;Adieu, beloved year! ly accused. t be laid to t but a tract t my road--a ground seen me enjoy; I seen me endure. Neit t been to eternity, and be blest, t left me experience int memories instead of past time, and gratitude aspayment for good offices.quot;