Dinah Craik,
John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXXIX
“ Phineas, your father's was the happiest death I ever knew.""It may be—I am not sure. John," for again something in his look and manner struck me—"why do you say this to me?""I scarcely know. Yes, I do know.""Tell me, then."He looked at me across the table—steadily, eye to eye, as if he would fain impart to my spirit the calmness that was in his own. "I believe, Phineas, that when I die my death will be not unlike your father's."Something came wildly to my lips about "impossibility," the utter impossibility, of any man's thus settling the manner of his death, or the time. ”
