midnight
O , if we had spiritual organs , to see and hear things now invisible and inaudible to us , we should behold the whole air filled with the departing souls of that vast multitude which every moment dies , -- should behold them streaming up like thin vapors heaven-ward , and hear the startling blast of the archangel 's trump sounding incessant through the universe and proclaiming the awful judgment day . Truly the soul departs not alone on its last journey , but spirits of its kind attend it , when not ministering angels ; and they go in families to the unknown land ! Neither in life nor in death are we alone . '' He slept again at intervals ; and at length , though long after midnight , reached Innsbruck between sleeping and waking ; his mind filled with dim recollections of the unspeakably dismal night-journey ; -- the climbing of hills , and plunging into dark ravines ; -- the momentary rattling of the wheels over paved streets of towns , and the succeeding hollow rolling and tramping on the wetearth ; -- the blackness of the night ; -- the thunder and lightning and rain ; the roar of waters , leaping through deep chasms by the road-side , and the wind through the mountain-passes , sounding loud and long , like the irrepressible laughter of the gods . The travellers on the morrow lingered not long in Innsbruck . They did not fail , however , to visit the tomb of Maximilian in the Franciscan Church of the Holy Cross , and gaze with some admiration upon the twenty-eight gigantic bronze statues of Godfrey of Bouillon , and King Arthur and Ernest the Iron-man , and Frederick of the Empty Pockets , kings and heroes , and others , which stand leaning on their swords between the columns of the church , as if guarding the tomb of the dead . These statues reminded Flemming of the bronze giants , which strike the hours on the belfry of San Basso , in Venice , and of the flail-armed monsters , that guarded the gateway of Angulaffer 's castle in Oberon .