The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-06-25
Number 23,

hln, and taking his hand | found that
his pulse was very low. After f "
minutes. he unclosed his eyes, and liked
them on me- very attentively.
IS there anything that I can ID for
you Browne asked.
He remained silent for short time.
ana then said. In low, feeble voice
i an dying-I feel that am-bus
there is one thing that I want YOU 10 do
for me. NJ native State is Maize. [
had mother and sister there six years a
( go--a widowed mother and Young Sis
ter. They both reside in the town of
P. VIII you see them and tell my
mother (tears interrupted him for few
minutes, bat he at length resumed his
story,) that now on my death bed, wish
4 that | had taken her advice ana been
better boy. But do not tell them or the
manner ofmy death, for il would break
my poor old mothers heart. Tell the
/ that / died Of some disease. I'll was the
day that left her TO struggle alone, with
my sister to support. and never as much
as once sending them cent
He paused for few minutes and then
continued:
Look under the head Of nv bed and
you will find thousand collars worth
of dust. Take it to her, but if she is no.
alive give it 20 ny sister, AMI tell them
that the blessings Of bad son and sais-
cradle brother 90 with H.
did as he told me ana laid the bsg
on the bed.
Take it he said, his voice growing
very Iaint, and see that you faithfully
fulfil the trust that have reposel IL YOU.
If you faiI in doing what is right. IL
cur'
In his eagerness he partly raised him
self on his elbow. but the oiFort was too
much, aud as he sank back, the blood
rushed III torrents from his mouth, nose
and ears; he made three or foag inefTect-
ual efforts to catch his breath, and in a
few minutes he was cold in the embrace
of death. l straightened ont his limbs.
covered his face with the blanket, aa3
then left, sick at heart with the sad spec
tacle that | had witnessed. II he af-
ternoon. at dusk. We buried both Stewart
and Brown IN the same grave. and moth
ing MARKS the spot where these two vic
TINS Of evil passions were buried, but
small pine board. which rodely carved
out one day ana plaAd at their heads
Two years had nearly Ell pse3. before
arrived home. and after shaking hands
with few friends, started for the town
of P. to delive. the money that had
been entrusted to my care. did notar-
rive in the town until late in the evening
and after supper, inquired Of th. lan>
lord if the widow Brown was still living.
He informed me that she was. and also
that she was in rather poor circamstaE
ces. retired to rest early. and passed
sleepless night, revolving III my mind
how | was to break the matter TO her
Daylight however came to lay relief and
arose and took wallabout the town.
l inquired OF passing man where the
Old lady lived, and lie pointed out small
white cottage, that appeared TO be srad-
ually falling into decay. | went 10 the
hotel TO get breakfast, and then started
on mission. Knocking at the door. 4
young girl of about sixteen opened K.
and could see the resemblance between
her and Brown at once, but hers was u
countenance OF innocence and purity
am afraid that stared al her rather long
er than should, for in a low. sweet
voice, she asked me If | knocked. Ia
stantly recovering myself / inquired
if the widdow Brown lived there. She
answered in the affirmative, and invited
me in. / stepped into the small but
neat parlor. while she went TO call her
mother.
In short time, tall fine looking o'i
lady entered. | arose and bowed, anl
asked if she was the lady was in search
Of She replied that she was. com
menced the sad news that had to tell.
gradually breaking it 10 her until I ar
rived at her sons death. But let spare
myself the misery of writing that scene.
and the crushing Of the fond hopes thas
she had entertained of his sill being a.
live;of her tears and anguish al his death.
As soon as could, took my leave. leay-
ing the money with her daughter. The
next day called. bur she was confined
to her bed, and never saw her but once
afterwards, COR in few short weeks sAa
was numbered with the dead. hear
from her daughter occasionally. she
writes me that she is well and as happy
as can be expected. In few days hope
to have the pleasure of seeing her on my
visit to P, where she IS now living
in the family Of an uncle. w.H.T.
Lord Brougham. who was engaged IN
law suit with some fisherman, in whose
streams he had been fishing. has been
signally beaten. ard his solicitor has