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Much of my time during the next few weeks I passed alone. Men usually stand perplexed and alarmed before the mystery of death, and its surroundings. I sought death as a friend! To me it had no terror, for I hoped somehow to learn the inscrutable secret of resurrection. I poured over books dealing with these, and kindred subjects--Spiritualism, demonical possession, witchcraft.
I studied the scriptures, and read of the raising of Samuel by the witch of Endor, and mused upon what Paul, the holy apostle, said of being clothed upon with a house from heaven. But all things pertaining to death and resurrection, inscrutable as they are, even to philosophic minds, seemed simple and familiar to me, compared with the dark awful secret of my own life.