The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-06-16

cavity, and no stone nor monument tC
mark the place. He gave reason foi
the selection, in spite of a standing eau
tion not to give reasons. "At the foot
of that tree" said he, 81 formerly
passed many hours in solitude, contem-
plating the mutability of human affairs. =
He left the proprietors and ground
FL, 900 by way of compensation.
COMMENT ON THE PUBLIC INFORMATION.
Considering his penitent frame OF
mind, his request to his relations not to
go into mourning for him may be as.
signed to humility and the sense that he
was no great loss to them.
But, as to the details of his interment,
/ feel sure he mistook his own mind,
and was in reality initiating the very
persons he thought he differed from.
read him thus by the light of observa.
ton. Here was O man whose life had
been storm. At its close he looked
back over the dark waves, and saw the
placed waters his youthful bark had
foated in before he dashed into the surf.
Eccentric in form, it was not eccentric
ut bottom, this wish to lay his shattered
body beneath the tree, where he had sat
so often an innocent child, little dream
ing then that he should ever kill poor
Peterson with a pistol, and be killed
with pistol himself in exact retribution.
That, at eleven years of age he had medi-
tated under that tree on the mutabiity
of human affairs is nonsense. Here is q
natural anachronism and confusion of
ideas. He was meditating on that sub
ject as he lay a-dying but such were
never yet the meditations of child.
The matter is far more simple than all
this. BE, who lay dying by bloody
death, remembered the green meadows,
the blue lake, the peacefel hours, the in
nocent thoughts, and the sweet spot of
nature that now seemed to him temple.
His wish to lie in that pure and peace
full home of his childhood was natural
instinct and very common one. Critics
have all observed it, and many q poet
sung it, from Virgil to Scott.
occidit ct moriens dulces reminiscitur Argos.
THE PRIVATE INFORMATION.
In the year 1863 did business with a
firm of London solicitors, the senior
partner of which had, in his youth, been
in house that acted for Lord Camel
ford.
1t was this gentleman who told me
Camelford really wrote q letter to the
King in favor of Best. He told me,
further, that preparations were actually
made to carry out Camelford's wishes as
to the disposal of his remains. He was
embalmed and packed up for transpor-
tation. But, at that very nick of time,
war was proclaimed again, and the body,
which was then deposited, pro tempore,
in st. Anne's Church, Soho, remained
there, awaiting better times.
The war lasted long while, and,
naturally enough, Camelford's body was
forgotten.
After Europe was settled it struck the
solicitor in question that Camelford had
never been shipped for Switzerland. He
had the curiosity to go to st. Anne's
church and inquire. He found the sex
ton in the church, as it happened, and
asked him what had become of Lord
Camelford.
"Oh," said the sexton, In a very cava-
lier way, "here he is;" and showed him
a thing which he described to my friend
Mcleod as an enormously long fish bas-
ket, fit to pack shark in.
And this, Mcleod assures me, was
seven or eight years after Camelford's
death.
Unfortunately, Mcleod could not tell
me whether his informant paid second
visit to the church, or what took place
between 1916 and 1858.
The deceased peer may be now lying
peacefully in that sweet spot he selected
and paid for. But / own to some mis-
givings on that head. In things of rou-
tine, delay matters little; indeed, it is
part of the system; but, when an out-of-
the-way thing is to be done, oh, then
delay is dangerous, the zeal cools, the
expense and trouble look bigger, the
obligation to incur them seems fainter.
The inertia of mediocrity fops like lead
into the scale and turns it. Time is
really edar rer,,1a, and fruitful In de-
structive accidents. Rectors are some
timess lawless, churchwardens deal with
dustmen, and dead peers are dust. Even
sections are capable of making away with
what nobody seems to value, or it would
not lie years forgotten in corner.
These thoughts prey upon my mind,
and, as his life and character were re-
markable, and his death very noble and
his instructions explicit, and the duty of
performing them sacred, have taken
the best way know to rouse inquiry and
learn, if possible, what has become of
Lord Camelford's body.