72. (38). Hitherto our story has run a rapid course; but now it stays because Malachy _has finished his course_.[873] He is still, and with him we are still. Moreover, who would willingly hasten to [tell of] death? Especially thy death, holy father, who could describe it? Who would wish to hear the story? Yet we loved _in life, in death we shall not be divided_.[874] Brothers, let us not forsake in death him with whom we companied in life. From further Scotland[875] he ran hither to death; _let us also go and die with him_.[876] I must, I must tell that which of necessity I saw. The celebration, everywhere renowned, of All Saints[877] comes, and according to the ancient saying, _Music in mourning is an unseasonable discourse_.[878] We come, we sing, even against our will. We weep while we sing and we sing while we weep. Malachy, though he sings not, yet does not lament. For why should he lament, who is drawing near to joy? For _us who remain_,[879] mourning remains. Malachy alone keeps festival. For what he cannot do with his body he does with his mind, as it is written, _The thought of man shall confess to thee, and the residue of thought shall keep the day of festival to thee._[880] When the instrument of the body fails him, and the organ of the mouth is silent, and the office of the voice ceases, it remains that with songs in his heart he keeps festival. Why should not the saint keep festival, who is being brought to the festival of the saints?[881] He presents to them what will soon be due to himself. _Yet a little while_[882] and he will be one of them.