the boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. "this death tastes sweet too," said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. "i feel that i must die," said he, "i will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave." he staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. he lost his senses more and more. in the neighbourhood was an inn where a wedding was being kept; when he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. the poor boy never awoke again; the heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself.