Eight o’clock
He felt His presence everywhere ; it was to him in the place of all else . When he died , it was with a smile , and like an exile setting out for his own country . He who had consoled him in poverty and ill-health , when he was suffering from injustice and forsaken by all , had made death a gain and blessing to him . Eight o'clock . -- All I have just written has pained me ! Till now I have looked into life for instruction how to live . Is it then true that human maxims are not always sufficient ?