Death came last week to Desiré-Joseph Cardinal Mercier. At it the dying one looked with composure, with a clear mind, a peaceful mind. For days he knew he had no further earthly hopes. Three weeks before, under a local anesthetic, he had been operated upon for a stomach ulcer; and he had watched the operation with the understanding gained in his early days as a medical student. He had seemed to rally. But the long precedent persistent dyspepsia, which had made nutrition insufficient for "his active life, had been an incubus to his...
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