They doubted , too , whether the form of Lilias Fay could appertain to a creature of this earth , being so very delicate and growing every day more fragile , so that she looked as if the summer breeze should snatch her up and waft her heavenward . But still she watched the daily growth of the temple , and so did old Walter Gascoigne , who now made that spot his continual haunt , leaning whole hours together on his staff and giving as deep attention to the work as though it had been indeed a tomb . In due time it was finished and a day appointed for a simple rite of dedication . On the preceding evening , after Adam Forrester had taken leave of his mistress , he looked back toward the portal of her dwelling and felt a strange thrill of fear , for he imagined that as the setting sunbeams faded from her figure she was exhaling away , and that something of her ethereal substance was withdrawn with each lessening gleam of light . With his farewell glance a shadow had fallen over the portal , and Lilias was invisible . His foreboding spirit deemed it an omen at the time , and so it proved ; for the sweet earthly form by which the Lily had been manifested to the world was found lifeless the next morning in the temple with her head resting on her arms , which were folded upon the slab of dark-veined marble . The chill winds of the earth had long since breathed a blight into this beautiful flower ; so that a loving hand had now transplanted it to blossom brightly in the garden of Paradise . But alas for the temple of happiness ! In his unutterable grief Adam Forrester had no purpose more at heart than to convert this temple of many delightful hopes into a tomb and bury his dead mistress there . And , lo ! a wonder ! Digging a grave beneath the temple 's marble floor , the sexton found no virgin earth such as was meet to receive the maiden 's dust , but an ancient sepulchre in which were treasured up the bones of generations that had died long ago . Among those forgotten ancestors was the Lily to be laid ; and when the funeral procession brought Lilias thither in her coffin , they beheld old Walter Gascoigne standing beneath the dome of the temple with his cloak of pall and face of darkest gloom , and wherever that figure might take its stand the spot would seem a sepulchre . He watched the mourners as they lowered the coffin down . `` And so , '' said he to Adam Forrester , with the strange smile in which his insanity was wont to gleam forth , `` you have found no better foundation for your happiness than on a grave ? '' But as the shadow of Affliction spoke a vision of hope and joy had its birth in Adam 's mind even from the old man 's taunting words , for then he knew what was betokened by the parable in which the Lily and himself had acted , and the mystery of life and death was opened to him . `` Joy ! joy ! '' he cried , throwing his arms toward heaven . `` On a grave be the site of our temple , and now our happiness is for eternity . ''
With those words a ray of sunshine broke through the dismal sky and glimmered down into the sepulchre , while at the same moment the shape of old Walter XXXXX stalked drearily away , because his gloom , symbolic of all earthly sorrow , might no longer abide there now that the darkest riddle of humanity was read .
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