text:  Can it be?--the thought sometimes occurs to me with a balmy and consoling power like that fragrant wind from the Spicy Islands which the mariner feels blowing cool upon his brow as he lies becalmed in the still noon on the wide and desert sea? Can it be that the devotion of a lifetime--such as my devotion has been--may be repaid by association in eternity? May I dare to hope to live hereafter in the shadow of her glory? Shall we meet again in that bright land? No--the vision is too joyous for the poor maniac her murderer