The 26th and 27th November were days of misery indescribable; a degree of composure, with a mournful gaze and smile was only obtained on two occasions, when Emilia played on the orgue expressif just beyond the door of the next room, while Ernest sung several favourite hymns, 'Jesus, meine Zuversicht!' 'Wachetauf, ruft uns die Stimme ! ' 'Jerusalem, du hoch gebaute Stadt!' and others. But only a little while did this endeavour to tranquillise him prove availing.