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Her pale fingers were clasped on her bosom in the attitude of prayer -- a gentle quiver of her frame and the poor broken hearted girl , and her unborn babe , `` sleeped the sleep that knows no waking . '' CHAPTER XIV . -- Scenes in Cuba Ariel . -- Safely in harbour , Is the king 's ship ; in the deep nook , where , once , Thou call ' dst me up at midnight to fetch dew , From the still -- vexed Bermoothes -- there she 's hid . The Tempest , I. ii 227 -- 29 . The spirit had indeed fled -- the ethereal essence had departed -- and the poor wasted and blood-stained husk which lay before us , could no longer be moved by our sorrows , or gratified by our sympathy . Yet I stood riveted to the spot , until I was aroused by the deep-toned voice of Padre Carera , who , lifting up his hands towards heaven , addressed the Almighty in extempore prayer , beseeching his mercy to our erring sister who had just departed .