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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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98 BIOGRAPHY.

of her small homeopathic globules. It was not until the

.fourth day, when Fredrika felt herself getting worse, that

she gave permission to send for a physician. When he
arrived and found, on inquiry, that she was suffering from
a severe inflammation of the lungs, she requested that her
relatives might be informed of her illness. She did not
herself imagine that there was any danger ; and, notwith-
standing increasing pain and difficulty in breathing, she
could not be panasaal to lie down, but walked Beet even
the very last day of her life, exceedingly restless, moving
from one place to another in her large drawing-room. Her
mind was as usual, always calin and cheerful.

To her young nurse, who assisted her to change her
position, which soothed her pains, she-said: “It would be
delightful to die in this way, without pain; but not yet; I
would wish to finish my last work. And you know it is
not my death-year,” she added, alluding to a dream which

~ she had had several years before, and according to which

she ought to have more than a year to live On the
» Friday after, she went, leaning upon the arm of her nurse,
’from window to window in the large room ; and it seemed

as if she wanted to take leave of the surrounding country

s which she loved so much. Then she spoke with a faint,
. scarcely audible, voice, broken sentences, repeated often:

“ Light, eternal light;” and, while taking her nurse’s hands
between her own, she said, with a glorified expression in
her face: “Ah! my child, let us speak of Christs LOV Gye
the best, the highest love !”

My husband rand I returned later in the day to town, in
order to make the necessary arrangements for the funeral.
It took place on the day before Twelfth Night, the 5th of

1 This dream had made such an impression upon Fredrika, that she
really believed, and often mentioned to her most intimate friends, that she
would live to be sixty-six years and two months old; which age, dying
as she did, at a little more than sixty-four years old, she was not permit-
ted to reach.

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