Voir arriver la mort n’était rien, entouré d’âmes héroïques et tendres, de nobles amis qui vous serrent la main au moment du dernier soupir ! mais garder son enthousiasme, entouré de vils fripons ! ! !
To see death come to one was nothing, surrounded by heroic and tender hearts, by noble friends who clasp one by the hand as one yields one's dying breath! But to retain one's enthusiasm surrounded by a pack of vile scoundrels!