BERUNA and Bathsheba received their mistress when she returned
to her chamber. They marked her desolate air. She was silent, pale,
and cold. They bore her to her couch, whereon she sat with a most
listless and unmeaning look; her quivering lips parted, her eyes
fixed upon the ground in vacant abstraction, and her arms languidly
folded before her. Beruna stole behind her, and supported her back
with pillows, and Bathsheba, unnoticed, wiped the slight foam from
her mouth. Thus Miriam remained for several hours, her faithful
maidens in vain watching for any indication of her self-consciousness.
Miriam remained in the same posture, and with the same expression
of wild inquiry. Another trumpet sounded, and after that a shout
of the people. Then she raised up her arms to heaven, and bowed
her head, and died.