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The teachings of the
fondest, most pious mother became to him a recollection of his
childhood's love. In the place of faith, doubt had stepped in,
and only that decency innate in every generous heart hindered
him from indulging in sarcasm and mockery over holy things and
the consolations of religion.
While he was in this spiritual condition he was attacked by
the pulmonary disease that was soon to carry him away from us.
The knowledge of this cruel sickness reached me on my return
from Rome. With beating heart I hurried to him, to see once
more the friend of my youth, whose soul was infinitely dearer
to me than all his talent. I found him, not thinner, for that
was impossible, but weaker. His strength sank, his life faded
visibly. He embraced me with affection and with tears in his
eyes, thinking not of his own pain but of mine; he spoke of my
poor friend Eduard Worte, whom I had just lost, you know how.
(He was shot, a martyr of liberty, at Vienna, November 10,
1848.)
I availed myself of his softened mood to speak to him about
his soul.


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