I called upon you this m and found that you were goo visit a dying friend. I had been upon a like errand. Poor N.R. has lain dying now for almost a week, such is the penalty we pay for having ehrough life a strong stitution. Whether he knew me or not, I know not, or whether he saw me through his plazed eyes, but the group I saw about him I shall not fet. Upon the bed, or about it, were assembled his Wife, their two Daughters, and poor deaf Robert, looking doubly stupified. There they were, and seemed to have been sitting all the week. I could only reach out a hand to Mrs. R. Speaking was impossible in that mute chamber. By this time it must be all over with him. In him I have a loss the world ake up. He was my friend, and my fathers friend, for all the life that I remember. I seem to have made foolish friendships sihose are the friendships, which outlast a sed geion. Old as I am getting, in his eyes I was still the child he knew me. To the last he called me Jemmy. I have o call me Jemmy now. He was the last link that bouo B____. You are but of yesterday. In him I seem to have lost the old plainness of manners and singleness of heart. Lettered he was not, his reading scarcely exceeded the Obituary of the old Gentlemans Magazio which he has never failed of having recourse for these last fifty years. Yet there was the pride of literature about him from that slender perusal, and moreover from his office of archive-keeper to your a city, in which he must needs pick up some equivocal Latin, which, among his less literary friends, assumed the air of a very pleasary. I fet the erudite look with which, having tried to puzzle out the text of a Black-lettered Chaucer in your Corporation Library, to which he was a sort of Librarian, he gave it up with this solatory refle -- "Jemmy," said he, "I do not know what you find in these very old books, but I observe, there is a deal of very indifferent spelling in them." His jokes (for he had some) are ended, but they were old Perennials, staple, and always as good as new. He had one Song, that spake of the "flat bottoms of our foes ing over in darkness," and alluded to a threatened invasion, many years since blowhis he reserved to be sung on Christmas Night, which we alassed with him, and he sang it with the freshness of the impendi. How his eyes would sparkle when he came to the passage:--
Well still make em run, and well still make em sweat,
In spite of the devil and Brussels Gazette!
What is the Brussels Gazette now? I cry, while I ehese trifles. His pirls who are, I believe, pact of solid goodness, will have to receive their afflicted mother at an unsuccessful home in a petty village in ---shire, where for years they have been struggling to raise a Girls School with no effect. Poor deaf Robert (and the less hopeful for being so) is thrown up a deaf world, without the fort to his father on his death-bed of knowing him provided for. They are left almost provisionless. Some life assurahere is, but I fear, not exceeding ---. Their hopes must be from your corporation, which their father has served for fifty years. Who or what are your Leading Members now, I know not. Is there any, to whom without impertinence, you represent the true circumstances of the family? You ot say good enough of poor R., and his poor wife. Oblige me and the dead, if you .