"advice" is concerning deportment on reaching the Gate
which St. Peter is supposed to guard--

Upon arrival do not speak to St. Peter until spoken to. It is not
your place to begin.

Do not begin any remark with "Say."

When applying for a ticket avoid trying to make conversation. If
you must talk let the weather alone. St. Peter cares not a damn for
the weather. And don't ask him what time the 4.30 train goes; there
aren't any trains in heaven, except through trains, and the less
information you get about them the better for you.

You can ask him for his autograph--there is no harm in that--but be
careful and don't remark that it is one of the penalties of
greatness. He has heard that before.

Don't try to kodak him. Hell is full of people who have made that
mistake.

Leave your dog outside. Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit
you would stay out and the dog would go in.

You will be wanting to slip down at night and smuggle water to those
poor little chaps (the infant damned), but don't you try it. You
would be caught, and nobody in heaven would respect you after that.

Explain to Helen why I don't come. If you can.

There were several pages of this counsel. One paragraph was written in
shorthand. I meant to ask him to translate it; but there were many other
things to think of, and I did not remember.

I spent most of each day with him, merely sitting by the bed and reading
while he himself read or dozed. His nights were wakeful--he found it
easier to sleep by day--and he liked to think that some one was there. He
became interested in Hardy's Jude, and spoke of it with high approval,
urging me to read it. He dwelt a good deal on the morals of it, or
rather on the lack of them. He followed the tale to the end, finishing
it the afternoon before we sailed. It was his last continuous reading. I
noticed, when he slept, that his breathing was difficult, and I could see
from day to day that he did not improve; but each evening he would be gay
and lively, and he liked the entire family to gather around, while he
became really hilarious over the various happenings of the day. It was
only a few days before we sailed that the very severe attacks returned.
The night of the 8th was a hard one. The doctors were summoned, and it
was only after repeated injections of morphine that the pain had been
eased. When I returned in the early morning h