Chapter XLVII.

Grey River Argus, Volume XIII, Issue 1649, 17 November 1873, Page 4

Chapter XLVII.

What did be think of, as he lay there ? — of his wild life, his lawlessness, his crimes? — of the singular chance which had landed him on the shores of respectability and fortune ? — of his aims and hopes for the future? A man's thoughts, when Death stares him int the face, are comprehensive. He thinks of 'all. In a dream, even of half a minute's r duration, you may live through a lifetime. The Eastern monarch dipped his head into a tub of water, : aud straightway left his Sultanship, and became a wanderer, for twenty years. At the end of that time, he found himself lifting his head out of the water again. This adventure had taken him one minute to accomplish. A man told me that he slipped once in the Alps, and glided for two or three hundred feet, expecting instant death. He was pulled up— l forgot how— and saved from death; but in that brief space he lived all his . life over again. The dying thief upon the Cross — model and ensample of all who repent at the last moment — at the close of his last hour, .when suffering gave way.to ttor- . por, and physical pain 1 , as one ■ would fain hope, became only a deadened misery, may bo have lived'inaumbment through all his life, and, seen clearly what might have b^.~Onc^;a'Week'.' > I