Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-07-30
PROVIDENCE, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 80, 1925

iofs ot Hs IHhosPHaOio TeceP'ioH he'c nave
already re counted, but wo at last saw him fix.
ed under the care Of an old French officer at
Smyrna, who engaged to pay him every rsqui-
site attention, till ho should depart for Europe,
or for another world.
Tho following day we called to SEQ W.,
but we found that human sympathy would soon
cease for him; the step Of death was already
on the threshold. The surgeon of his Majssty's
ship CaDbrian had been to SOC him, but all
hopes Of his surviving had fled. The fatigue
Of his removal from the vessel, his exposure to
! annoyance at the inn, seemed 10 have hurried
down the few remaining sands Of his glass; and
he felt himself that time was drawing to close
with him. He was perfectly collected, and as
fully as he could, was giving his last directions
to his friend, who had SO generously attended
him; he spoke much Of his family, and par
ticular messages TO each. pointing out to R
the various little trinkets he wished TO send
them as dying memorials Of himself; a ring
which he still wore on his finger, and which
bore tho inscription "To the memory of my
dear mother" he desired might be buried with
him, together with a locket which was sus-
pended from his neck, and contained lock of
raven hair; he did not mention whose. But
words could not paint the expressions of his
countenance, nor the sad sublimi,y of his voice,
when. for tho last time, he feebly graspod the
hand Of his af1ectionatc friend, thanked him
for all his former kindness, and bade him his
last mortal farewell; he shortly after sunk into
an apparently painless lcthargy, from which
he mover aroused himself 1t was evening be.
fore ho died, there was not breath Of wind
to wave tho branches Of the peach trees
around his window, through which the Gun
boams were streaming on hi. bed. tnged with
the golden die Of sunset. I, was in n remote
corner Of Smyrna, and no sound disturbed the
calm silent progress Of death; the sun went
down at length behind tho hills; the clear
calm voice Of the Muezzn from his tower,
came from the distant city, and again all was
was repose. We approa chcd the bed of W,
but his soul had bid adieu to mortality; he had
expired but moment before, without a s;yh
and without a grosn.
Tho following day the rem1i ms of poor
W-were inferred in tho English burying
ground The fow travellers at tho moment in
Smyrna attended, and tho Jannis.aries Of the
Consul preceded tho coffin which was borne
by four sailors. covered by an English nsgn.
La solitary corner Of the cemetery, beside a
group OF Expresses, hi, grave was dug by the
attendants Of the British hospital; and his las,
remains rested b. those countrymen who have
fallen victims to the climate of tho Levant.
Mr.. Arundel, tho chaplain Of the factory,
read the service Of the church over his tomb;-
and perhaps never was it pronounced under
more melancholy circumstance - beneath the
calm bright sky Of Asia on an eminence which
looked down on the hustle of the city, bu, f..
removed from its din nni Glamour. and dis
turbed by no sound save the sigh of his friend,
the hum of tho glttering insect hu,tering in the
sunshine, and the hallow rattle Of the clay on
the receptacle of the wanderers dust.