REQUIEM

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

“This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought…”

“Partly from the damping influence of this alarm, partly to rest Silver and the …”

“There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.”

“The last I think; for, O poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signatur…”