The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-04-03

Jack, either go back to him, and
worrit yourself as you used to do, or
else, let him go his own way, and you
keep your mind quiet y ~.
'Bnt: no;-I conla Sc nothing put
fidget myself and every, one about
me- At last / called one day on the
porter at st. Mary's. and first thing
he says is: taS.s
IT'S all up with young Harriott
now. at any rate. He's done for
himself. and a good job it has come
to something. Mr.. Sloth has been
telegraphed for, to know what's to be
done with him, and he's dying at the
hotel there in Covent-garden.5
"I had sufficient money in my
pocket for the fare. I didn't 20
home, but off straight to the station,
into the next train, and direct to the
Piazza. And there I found him, rs
near dead as any one could be, and
no hope for him in this world.
never left him, gentlemen, afterwards.
There was no shouting, or raving.
He lay there as quiet as a child. In
deed, he couldn't help himself. He
could not move q leg, if it had been
for the world; and lie had gone down
to that degree, you could see every
bone in his body. And the face!
may never see such another again!
1t was purple-as regular purple
as you ever saw in your life; the
cheeks all fallen in; and the eyes, I
tell you there was fire in them as
fairly frightened me to look at.
"'Give him brandy, or anything
he asks for, said the doctor, 'he can't
last moro than day or two
'Mr. Sloth came up. His bro
theirs were sent for, but they wouldn't
come near him. AS to his sister, I
heard afterwards they mercifully kept
1T all from her, and it is about the
only kind thing they did.
THE end came at last. He had
been little more sensible that after
noon, and had talked bit. He
begged our pardon, poor fellow! aye,
that he did-for all his ways, and
thanked us. And once or twice he
cried out that he hoped God would
have mercy upon him, for that he
suffered the torments of hell already.
And, though I'm not as religious rs I
should be, 1 knelt down and read
prayer or two, and he tried to follow
me, poor fellow! yes, he tried to
follow me. And then he took little
brandy, and lay quiet. We had to
keep the room dark, but as the even
ing came on, we drew up the blind,
and let the twilight in. 1t was
lovely warm night, remember, and
folks were going to the theatre close
by, and we could hear them laughing
and talking. After bit nothing
would serve him but must lift up
his head, and hold him; and SO I got
on the bed, and took him in my arms,
and he lay with his head on my
shoulder. Oh! gentlemen, if you
could have smelt the hot fumes of
brandy that came up from that poor
face just under mine. Suddenly he
threw his long, bony arms round my
body, and clenched them fast, and
slept; and there sat, and him hold
ing me tight, and it got darker and
darker; and the man with me, he
says, "Ill 60 and get drop of tea
while he's sleeping; and so 1 was left
alone with him. I was wearied my
self, and somehow L fell thinking,
and gradually--it was all so still and
solemn went into sort of doze.
How long we were there together I
don't know. At last, in comes the
man again, with light, and awoke
me. Mr.. Harriott had me still rs
tight as ever.
"'Is he sleeping yet?' says the fell
low. Lets have look Mt him.
"He brings the candle near his
face, and touches him.
"'Good God!' he cries, he's been
dead this hour; he's as cold rs
stone.
"Gentlemen, I had been sitting all
that time in the arms of dean man!
They could not unclench those hands
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