The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1867-11-30
THE FUNERAL OF FITz GREENE HALLECK.

GUILFoRD, Conn, Nov. %, 1867.
eff we never meet again, come and
see me laid under the sod of my native
village were the sad and prophetic
words with which l parted from my
honored friend, Fitz Greene Halleck, at
the St. Denis Hotel, New Y ork, on the
morning Of his last days sojourn in the
city he loved so well, and in which he
spent up ward of thirty-fve years, i. e.,
from 1914 to 1849. The venerable poet
arrived in New Y ork Oct. I, and on his
way caught severe cold, to which he
unfortunately added after reaching his
hotel. On the fourth day of his sojourn
| persuaded him to call OH DR.. Carno-
chan, who prescribed for him, but as he
did not improve, and was unable to eat
or sleep, he decided to return to Gull
ford, and accordingly departed from
New York OH Monday morning, Oct.
IA, with presentiment that he would
never again gaze upon the busy scenes
of the great metropolis. During his
weeks sojourn, he declined all invita-
tions, and 50 far as / am aware only left
his hotel to visit his physician twice,
and for short stroll with the writer
on Broadway. On our return he ap-
peared more like himself, told me some
of his raciest stories, and asked me to
repeat to him Lady Marines exquisite
poem "The land o the Leal" AS did
so, / saw the tears in his eyes, and when
| concluded, he said, wringing my hand,
''There are no poets so tender and mu-
steal as those of Scotland;" and then a
change coming over him, he recited
some of the martial passages from Mar
mion, while his eyes fairly blazed with
enthusiasm, and the old genial smile lit
up his still fine features. He then al
luded to Dickens, and said, 81 must
come down and hear him, and if he is
not too much lionized, perhaps [ can
capture him, and we three, with Tuck
erman, will have quiet and cosy din
ner together"
My last visit to this picturesque New
England village, which is snugly en-
sconced among low hills, now brown
and bare, was in August, when, in COM
pany with my host, we wandered among
the woods, musical with birds through
the fields brilliant with wild flowers,
among them the great white and purple
lilies, and that old Puritan flower, Jack
in-the-pulpit; visited "The Point, !"
where the venerable poet was always
among the Summer visitors, a most
welcome guest, and made pilgrimage
to the ''old stone house," built by the
first settlers of GuiIford in 1889, and
occupied more than 200 years ago by
Aalleck's ancestor, the Rev. John FL
hot, the well-known missionary. whose
labOrs among the red men earned for
him the title of "Apostle of the In
dians." 1t was also the home of that
godly man, Henry Whitfield, who built
the mansion, and of whom it has been
said that che could on urgent occasions
be as liberal with the heads of his ene
mics as he was ordinarily with the heads
of his sermons"
On Sunday morning Mr.. Halleck
walked out for the last time, his object
being to consult his physician, DR.. Can
field. The medicine prescribed afford
ed him temporary relief, but on Monday
and Tuesday he complained of feeling
very unwell, and during that period he
received several visits from his ply
cisician. He retired earlier than usual
on Tuesday, saying to his sister, Miss
Halleck, 'sI am afraid / shall not live
till morning." A few minutes before
IL o clock she went to his bedroom, and !
found him sitting up in his bed. He
said, ''Dfarie, hand me my pantaloons,
if you please.'' She turned to the other
side of the room to get them, but be-
fore she reached her brothers bedside,
he had fallen back dead ad-expiring with
out a moan or struggle And so
.'He gave his honors to the world again,
Ills blessed part to heaven and slept in peace"
On my arrival here this morning [
called, in company with one of the
poets kinsmen, at his residence on
Water.st., and for a few moments gazed
upon the countenance of my venerable T
Trend, whose features were but sliohtlyIl
chanrpd since onr Lot ,aao4:aa q I