Litchfield enquirer., 1858-10-28
From the Rochester Democrat and American. IRA SHOUTS FAREWELL TO HIS
 MOTHER.

AIoui lut hOCLtSGeT DemOCrdI anu AuleTlCa1l IRA SHOUTS FAREWELL TO HIS MOTHER.
 Below we publish letter sent by Ira Stout to his mother A tone of feeling pervades it that should indicate the writer as truly pen | itent man. If Ira is such one, he is sadly belied if not he is one of the most impudent | hypocrites alive. It will be seen that the let ter is dated Tuesday evening, October l2th, the evening previous to Iras abortive attempt to commit suicide, and it was probably writ ten with the expectation on his part that he would be corpse by his own act before an- other day had fairly dawned. With this pre- face we print the letter
 TUESDAY EVENING, Oct 12, 1858. 1 My BELOVED MoTHER-lf 1 knew a name l higher and hoIier it should be yours receive ny kindcst and most affectionate farewell in this word which has indeed been a troubled one to us. You have gained some things, mo- ther, but lost yonr son. Don't imagine that l blame you, because 1 do not. 1 deeply pity others that things should be in position so unhappy but as for me, l am content. l would be pleased to live mother, for your sake and others not mine but in the face of all 1 have suffered and would have to pass through, will you ask me to live? 1 know what hu- man promise is--I know what human resou- | tion can do. am willing to display all the regard and affectionate judgment possess ill deciding these things, but ill doing this, l am driven irresistibly to death.
 In my younger days, mother. you did all a good mother could do to make me great and good My first thought of God and goodness
 l learned from you and the first prayer l 1 cold fonmbt Nv atfacImput to
 books and know ledge l owe to you and any
 the result of your teaching All my badu, ss and perversjon should rest on father and my self. My beloved mother, how good and emi- nent I might have been had 1 done as you taught me It is my last regret that l die without making any return for all you have done for me. But there is no hope or pros pect of accomplishing this left me, mother
 ' ou will not mourn too much over me, mCth- CT we must all lie down alike in the dust ! And what matters it Whether we die in the prime and glory of youth or the weakness of age? Where shall my grave be, mother Let it be where you and Charlie and Frankly can visit it. But you have another son, moth CT, the noblest and the best. Our happy Charlie-than whom better son and brother never adorned the earth-will remind you of the one ycu have lost. The hopes wrecked in me may be req ized in him. He has all the power of your tall son, without his terrible ex- perence and unfortunate associations. 1 And HOW, mother, you will listen to me, more than others let me say, on the author- i ty of that immortal book called the Bible, i there is better and brighter world, where peace and happiness reign etcrnaly. By sin cere prayer and repentance, true tath in 1 Christ, a pnre and Loly life, this world of deathless beauty and perfection may be at 1 tained. Though you have lived, mother, all upright Christian life, yet, with deeper feel ing and purer interest, D l,eve more stropg.y i the inspired truths of the Bible, and live near
 CT the Saviour of the world This simple be- lief and prayer will be your support and con, solaton under all troubles, and cheer the bed of death with a hope of happy immortality. 1 And when long years have rolled away, moth-
 CT, aud you have passed from earth, nay you reach tEat world of love and light, and enjoy
 that peace and contentment which you have not found upou earth. Receive the visits and connsels of our learned Christian friends, Mr. l Ludlow, Mir. Bioss and others, who are among
 Gods best aud purest children on earth. 1n my last writing, 1 have exonerated you and Charlie from any connection in this terrible at- fair, and also stated other eApositions as mat
 ters of defense judgment and necessity.
 And now, mother, farewell As my first
 looks of love and hope were turned towards you, so take my latest love and blessing. And if there be some happier sphere | Where fadeless truth, like ours, is dear; If there be any land of rest
 For those wlfo love, ard ne CT forget, 1 Oh, mother mine all safe and blest, We'll meet in that calm region y.t. l am yours in death, as in life mother MARION IRA STOUT.