midnight
I seldom left the cloister ; but sat in my cell , and pored over those tomes of holy wisdom . About this time the aged confessor in Laak departed this life . His death was made known to me in a dream . It must have been after midnight , when I thought that I came into the church , which was brilliantly lighted up . The dead body of the venerable saint was brought in , attended by a great crowd . It seemed to me , that I must go up into the pulpit and pronounce his funeral oration ; and , as I ascended the stairs , the words of my text came into my mind ; ` Blessed in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints . ' My funeral sermon ended in a strain of exultation ; and I awoke with ` Amen ! '