79.  He lay, drawing his last breath, and awaited by the choir on high, towards which he had long directed his gaze.  Around him poured the whole city, unable to bear his loss, inveighing against his departure, as if it had been an oppression, and clinging to his soul, as though it had been capable of restraint or compulsion at their hands or their prayers.  Their suffering had driven them distracted, all were eager, were it possible, to add to his life a portion of their own.  And when they failed, for it must needs be proved that he was a man, and, with his last words “Into thy Hands I commend my spirit,” Ps. xxxi. 6. he had joyfully resigned his soul to the care of the angels who carried him away; not without having some religious instructions and injunctions for the benefit of those who were present—then occurred a wonder more remarkable than any which had happened before.