text:  And all the time whilst this tumult of sublime memorials held on as the deep chords from an accompaniment in the bass I saw through the wide central field of the window where the glass was uncoloured white fleecy clouds sailing over the azure depths of the sky; were it but a fragment or a hint of such a cloud immediately under the flash of my sorrow-haunted eye it grew and shaped itself into a vision of beds with white lawny curtains; and in the beds lay sick children dying children that were tossing in anguish and weeping clamorously for death