The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-11-05

N. P. ROGERS Is DEAD. His warm and
generous heart ceased its pulsations at about
5 o'clock on Friday the 9Th instant With
the falling of the leaves and the whitening of
the flowers, he too has gone. Without a strug-
gle-without any of the pains usual upon the
hour of issolution-without fear or regret
in full, unimpaired enjoyment Of his intel
lect and all his senses-with his family and
few dear friends about him, his life went
out gently and quietly, as fades the zephyr of
summers evening. During his sickness he
suffered greatly for want of sleep, and on the
night previous to his death, he slept none at
all; consequently on Friday he was very
weak, much feebler than he had been on any
previous day. He suffered good deal, but
made no complaint and owing to his extreme
weakness conversed but little with the friends
that stood about his bed. The remaining
strength of body, seemed gradually through
the day to decrease, so gradual that it was
impossible to mark the minute when the last
slight breath left his body. But his mind, du-
rim the day. and up through the last instant
of his being,as it had been without moments
exception through all his paina and sickness,
was clear, calm and strong, as in the strong
est hour of his life. A short time before his
ask Judson Hutchinson, who was in town, to
come and sing to him. While waiting for
Judson, he requested one of his daughters to
sing him Samuel Lovers beautiful little song
-" The Angels Whisper" In the singing
a word was accented wrong, which he noticed
and Immediately suggested by whispering the
word with the correct accent, thus giving us
evidence of the calm and natural state Of his
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ked if Judson, who had arrived during the
singing, should come into the ROOM He spoke
not, but madea slight motion of his hand,
which was living upon his pillow,-which ex-
cited attention and from the peculiar manner
in which his eyes were fastened upon win
dow opposite his bed, it was at once seen that
was about to take place. His oldest brother,
who is physician, and who had been with
our friend several weeks during his sickness,
was called from an adjoining room. lie spoke
to his brother, asking him if he knew him ?
The dying man turned his eye upon his broth
er, and with emotion, calling his name re-
piled Certainly" and then asked his wife,
who stood by, if he understood his brother
right, and why he asked that question, and
in about ten minutes, with no other word,
or groan, or Une SURFING OF HuScle, CedSeu
to exist.-Heraldo Of Freedom.
RUNS Do1NGs. On Saturday last, John
Henry, of Cambridge Port, in a fit of de-
lirium tremens, committed suicide, by hanging
himself to spike in the door in the chamber
of the house where he had lived. He was
As years old. A short time before his death,
being refused rum by the glass, he procured
three gallons in jug, and lay drunk so long
as that lasted. He then went for more ; but
we do not believe the vendors in this town
would sell him pnts of liquid damnation for
the small profit Of six cents; but somewhere,
and of somebody, he procured three pint bot
ties full of RUM, and this last dose terminated
his miserable existence. Now will the fam
ing temperance societies in Windham county
TRY to find out who sold the rum without
license ? 1t was undoubtedly so sold for no
licensed GROCERY would come quite down
to the finishing blow, for fourpence-halfpennny!
We trust the town society will examine this
case it would do more good than all the
lectures the society could infict on'community
for year to come. Who did it? Was he
licensed These are the questions. Will
the temperance society find out, and answer?
- ssaOSs Fab Gazstts