midnight
And now I knowe that our lives wear vainity . I ashure you , dear sister , I am prodidjusly sadd when I reffleckt upon this truth -- ashuredly it is a harde saying . '' Anon comes that strange foreknowledge of death -- that instinctive sense of the shadowy hand so soon to lay him at rest ; and with that mystic prescience comes a yearning for the little child M. to be laid where his father may lay down beside him . There are many passages in the latter letters which afford a clue to that mysterious midnight burial at Dewsdale . `` Last nite I drem ' t of the cherchyarde at S. I satte under the olde yewe tree , as it semed in my dreme , and hurd a childes voice crying in a very piteous mannerr . The thort of this dreme has oppress 'd my speritts all day , and Rebecka has enquier 'd more than wunce wot ales me . If little M. but lay nere at hande , in ye graive to wich I fele I must soone be carrid , I beleive I shou 'd be happyer .