Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
The presence of one person, who stood motionless before the entrance,
sufficiently explained the occasion of this meeting. The black gown of
this officer, and his low cocked hat, with its long tail of black crape,
pointed him out as the Aanspreeker who, having the day before made the
circuit of the city to announce a death to all who knew the deceased,
was now ready to attend the burial. He stood prepared to answer all
questions relative to the illness and departure of the deceased, and the
state of health and spirits of the family, and to receive messages for
them, to be delivered when they might be supposed better able to bear
them than in the early hours of their grief. Seldom were more inquiries
addressed to the Aanspreeker than in the present instance, for the
deceased, Onno Snoek, had been one of the chief merchants of Amsterdam,
and his widow was held in high esteem. The officer had no sooner ended
his tale than he had to begin it again;--how the patient's ague had
appeared to be nearly overcome; how he had suffered a violent relapse;
how the three most skilful French apothecaries had been called in, in
addition to the native family physician; how, under their direction, his
son Heins had opened the choicest keg of French brandy, the most
precious packages of Batavian spices in his warehouse, for the sake of
the sick man; how, notwithstanding these prime medicaments, the fever
had advanced so rapidly as to prevent the patient from being moved even
to the window, to see a long expected ship of his firm come to anchor
before his own door; how he seemed to have pleasure in catching a
glimpse of her sails through the trees as he lay in bed; but how all his
endeavours to live till morning that he might hear tidings of the cargo,
had failed, and rather hastened his end, insomuch that he breathed his
last before dawn.
Among the many interrogators appeared a young man who was evidently in
haste to enter the house, but wished first to satisfy himself by one or
two questions. He wore the dress of a presbyterian clergyman, and spoke
in a strong French accent.
"I am in haste," he said, "to console my friends, from whom I have been
detained too long. I was at Saardam yesterday, and did not hear of the
event till this morning. I am in haste to join my friends; but I must
first know in what frame the husband,--the father,--died. Can you tell
me what were the last moments which I ought to have attended?"
The officer declared that they were most edifying. The patient's mind
was quite collected.
"Thank God!" exclaimed M. Aymond, the divine.
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