Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-11-06
From The Rochester Democrat.
IRA STOUT'S FAREWELL TO HIS
MOTHER.

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Below we publish a letter se,,t by Ira
Stout to his u~iotllcr. A tone of f~eel;no
pervades 1t that should Indicate the VIII
ter as a trui5 peuitenL man. II Ira il
sucil a one, he is sadly belied if MOI he
Is one Of The mos lu,pa ,ent iy pocrties
awe. IL Will be seen that tile letter is
dated tuesday evening. October I2th
the evening previous To iras aborliye u
tempt TO commit su,clde, and il was prob
ably written " tll the expectation ~ his
i'art that he would be Il corpse by his own
ACT belore another day ,.ad dawned.-
Wilh this preface " pratt Tue leLter
TUESDAY EVENING, Oct. II.
My BELOVED MoTHER.- | knew a
name higher and hulier II should be yours.
receive my kindcsl and most affectionatc
farewell III this world, which has indeed
been a troubled one TO us. You have
gained some things, mother, but lost your
soi. Don Imagine that 1 blame YOU.
because do not. | deeply pity others
that things should be in a position 50 un.
happy but as for me, L am content. [
would be pleased to live mother, for your
sake and others, not mine but in the
face OF all | have suffered, and would
have to pass through, will you ask me to
live l know what human promise is
l know what human resolution can d.
| am willing to display all the regard and
atfectlonate judgement | possess in decid-
ing these things, bnt in doing this, / am
driven irresistably to death.
In my younger days, mother, you did
all a mother could do to make me great
aid good. My first thought OF God and
goodness | learned from you; and the
first prayer ! ever said you taught me-
My attachment to books and knowledge,
! owe to you and any qualities that may
redeem my character are the result of
your teaching. All my badness and per-
version should rest on father and myself.
My beloved mother, how good and emf
nent l might have been had | done as Won
taught me Ii is my last regret that /
die without making any return for ALI
you have done for me. But there is no
hope or prospect of accomplishing this
LETT me, mother, 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 whore you aud Charlie and Franky
can visit it. But you have another son,
mother, the nQblest and best. Our hap.
lpy Charlie-than whom a better son and
brother never adorned the earth-will
remind you of The one you have lost
The hopes wrecked In me you ma real.
ize in him. He has all the power Of your
tall son, without his terrible experience,
and unfortunate associations.
And pow, mother, you will listen to
me, more than others, LEI me say, on the
authority of that immortal book, called
the Bible, there is a better and brighter
world, where peace and happiness reign
eternally. By sincere prayer and repen.
lance. a true faith in Christ, a pure and
holy life, this world OF dea thless beauty
and perfection may be attained. Though
you have lived, mother, an upright Chris.
tian life, yet, with a deeper feeling and d
purer interest, believe more strongly the
Inspired truths OF the Bible, and live
nearer the Saviour Of the world. This
E4 Ia - 4 Il "a. = = NAs - ~ ~ W. u.s..
SIMPLE belief and prayer will be your SUP.
port and consolation under all troubles,
and cheer the bed OF death with a hone
OF happ. immortality. And when long
years have rolled away, mother, and you
have passed from earth, may you reach
that world o floYe and light, and enjoy
that peace and c~ontentment which YOU
nave not found upon earth. Receive the
visits and conllsels of our learned Chris
tian friends, Mr.. Ludlow, Mr.. Bloss and
others, who are among Gods best and
purest children on earth. In my last
writing, ! have exonerated you and
Charlie from any connection in this terri.
bic affair, and also stated other exposi-
tons as matters Of defence, judgement
and necessity.
And now, mother farewell AS my
hrst looks of love and hope were turned
towards you, so take my latest love and
blessing.
And if there be some happier sphere,
Where iadeless truth, like ours, is dear;
# there be any land ofrest,
For those, who love. and ne'er forget
Oh, mother mine, all safe and blest,
Wei meet in that calm region yet.
| am yours in death, as in life, mother.
MARION IRA STOUT.
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