To lower our voices would be a simple thing. --Stephaneforos! What were they now but cerements shaken from the body of death--the fear he had walked in night and day, the incertitude that had ringed him round, the shame that had abased him within and without-- cerements, the linens of the grave? His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her grave-clothes. It is in such contemplations, my fellow countrymen, which are not exhaustive but only representative, that I find ample warrant for satisfaction and encouragement. Not so faintly now as they come near the bridge; and in a moment, as they pass the darkened windows, the silence is cloven by alarm as by an arrow.