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Reynolds, and Dr. Douglas. He finished by a recitation of the poetical epistle to Lord Clare on the reception from him of a haunch of venison. This piece is somewhat humorous and satirical. He read in a loud tone and with great zest. In reading he was obliged to assume different characters, and his voice admitting of much variety and compass, he succeeded to my admiration. Such spirited and correct recitation, and from one who had nearly reached three-score years and ten, was altogether surprizing. The tones of his clear and sonorous voice still ring in my ears. As I gazed at him— all life and action-his clear and spacious brow unwrinkled by care or age- his tall and majestic form,as erect and vigorous as when the airs of youth played around him—I could not but say to myself, here is a man that will withstand the tempests of life for many years. If any are likely to reach a good old age, it is he now before me. His locks are grey, but time will have an opportunity to whiten them. It will be years before he wrinkles that cheerful brow, or bends that lofty frame. It will be long before the silver cord is loosed and the golden bowl broken. - He had sent word to one of his neighbors that if he went to Boston in the morning and had time to call, he wished much to see him. At half past nine he retired perfectly well, and awoke perfectly well. He said to his wife, I feel so well that I have a mind to go to Boston to-day.' Between seven and eight he arose, and as his ward,

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robe was nearly completed, he suddenly fell his length upon the floor. It was a fall from which he never arose. The swift dart of death had pierced him through the heart.

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He was alone. I was in the room beneath standing by the window and, what is remarkable enough, perusing some of those passages which he had recited so admirably the night before. The fall was heavy. A groan immediately followed and all was still. Of the extent of the calamity I did not dream.. Perhaps some one had leaped, or fallen from a chair and got hurt a little. In a few minutes the cry of death reached my ears, and the shriek of ony resounded through the apartments. I ascended the stairs to the room above, and there lay that noble form in the arms of women, whose eyes dropt tears of deepest sorrow. The struggle seemed to be over, and the shadows of death to have descended upon him. He spake not. He moved not. His eyes rolled heavy and lustreless in their sockets. We replaced him on his couch. I felt his pulse. It was gone. I placed my hand upon his brow. It was yet warm with life. The vital spark however had flown, and no physician's art could rekindle or recall it.

'The agony is o'er; nature her debt

Has paid the earth is covered with a clay
That once was animate, and even yet
Is warm with an existence reft away
By Him who gave. It were but yesterday
This clay peopled a happy universe

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With beings buoyant, beautiful and gay,

But now, alas!'

He lies struck with instantaneous death the flame of life extinguished before he could ‘utter one regret for life one thought for his family- one prayer to God.' She, but just a widow, falls upon his face and wets it with scalding tears. 'And can

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it be? O, that I had come to you a moment sooner! O, that you could have spoken to me but a word.' But let me not trespass upon private sorrow. The sad tidings ran through the village, and friend and neighbor came, one after another, to the house of mourning. The universal salutation, how sudden! how awful!' The universal sentiment, ‘A skillful healer of disease a rescuer of his fellow-men from death a man of opulence and distinguished for his public caan ardent friend to religion-a father of the town has been struck from existence, as it were, by fire from Heaven. A great man has fallen this day in Israel. To him may be applied with peculiar appropriateness and truth these lines from a hymn to death by one of our most spiritual poets. They seem to be written for his epitaph.

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Untimely! when thy reason in its strength,
Ripened by years of toil and studious search,
And watch of nature's silent lessons, taught
Thy hand to practice best the lenient art!

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And on hard cheeks, and they who deemed thy skill
Delayed their death-hour, shuddered and turned pale
When thou wert gone.

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We know not what shall be on the morrow; for what is our life? It is a vapor which appeareth for a little time then vanisheth away. Little did I think to be called to witness so dark a picture in human life, to pass through so sad an experience when I left my residence. I hope however I brought back a lesson both for myself and others. Reader,trust not tomorrow. You know not what tomorrow may bring forth. Be not over-anxious for the things of this life. You may not live to enjoy them. This night thy soul may be required of thee. Prepare for death while in life, for in life you are in the midst of death. 'Be wise to-day 'tis madness to defer.' Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation.

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THE latter part of the summer of with a friend I took a trip to New York, up the North River to Saratoga Springs, and over the Green Mountains home. On the river Weehawken, where General Hamilton received his deathwound the Palisadoes with Fort Lee perched upon their summit-Tappan and Haverstraw Bay, with their romantic associations the sublime scenery of the Highlands and West Point that impregnable fortress the scene of Arnold's conspiracy — all, it is needless to say, excited in us the deepest interest. West Point, where we made our first stop,is so well known and has been so well described that it would be presumptuous in me to attempt anything more than an allusion to its various objects of attraction. These are (to say nought of the splendid Hotel - the various Government buildings and the wild picturesque scenery) the famous garden, or retreat of Kosciusko-the marble monument erected to his memory; one of the chastest in America a monument to the memory of Colonel Wood who was killed while heading a charge at the sortie from Fort Erie another to

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