midnight
Think of me kindly at times , for I have learned to love you who are of my blood , and while we live on in the hearts of those we love , we are not truly dead . Come hither that I may bless you in your coming in and going out while you still look upon the sun . '' So he blessed me in beautiful and tender words , and kissed me on the brow , after which he bade me leave him and send the woman to watch him , because he desired to sleep . When she looked at him at midnight just as the bells rang in the new year , he was dead . According to his wish John Grimmer , the last of that name , was buried by the bones of his forgotten wife and child , who had left the world over fifty years before , in the chancel of that church in the Cheap which was within a stone 's throw of his dwelling house . By his desire also the funeral was without pomp , yet many came to it , some of them of high distinction , although the day was cold and snowy . I noted , moreover , the deference they showed to me who by now was known to be his heir , even if they had never spoken with me before , as was the case with certain of them , taking occasion to draw me aside and say that they trusted that their ancient friendship with my honoured uncle would be continued by myself .