Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1891-04-16

visited the grave of my boy. The little
plans we had all three formed rushed
unon my memory. Where now was the
boy? The mother ! cherished with so
much pride? | felt like the very spirit OF
desoation. If it had not been for kind
of stupefaction and confusion of mind
which followed. God knows how | should
have borne it. Oh, my friend, if there be
such thing as the sublime Of misery, it is
for us that it has been reserved.
You arethe only person in the world with
whom can commune on this subject, for
you are the only person whose. feelings
can have any community with NINE.
You know those we loved; with you,
therefore, it will be no weakness to feel
their loss. Hero. none knew them; none
valued them as they deserved. The talents
of my boy, his rare elevation of character,
his already extensive reputation for so
early all age, made his death regretted by
the pride Of my family; but, though Ger
tain of the loss Of my not less admirable
wife, they seem to consider it like the loss
of IN ordinary woman. Alas they know
nothing of my heart. They never have
known anythingof it. Yet, after all, he is a
poor actor who cannot sustain his little hour
upon the stage be his part what it may.
But the man who has been deemed worthy
Of the heart of Theodosia Burr, and who
has felt what it was to be blessed with
such a woman's, will never forget his
elevation. JOSEPH ALsToN.
Governor Aston died in 1917 at the
age of 3S.
A TRUE STORY OF BURR.
Among the near and dear friends of
the olden-time was Miss Theodosia
Burr Davis of New York, long since
deceased. She was the niece and ward
of Matthew L. Davis, the intimate asso-
ciate and biographer of Burr. AUNT
Theo," as we always called her, told me
this story-which give, as closely as
memory permits-in her own words.
81 was school girl of IL or IA per-
haps, spending short vacation at
Uncle Matthew's house here in New
York. One day while was up stairs
he called to me to come down, as there
was some one in the parlor who wanted
to see me. | don't know why, but l
was afraid, and so stood hesitating at
the head of the stairs. Uncle Matthew
called again, and in more peremptory
tone; "Come DOWN. ] went at once,
for was more afraid of him than of
anybody who might want to see me.
He took me by the hand and led me
into the parlor. There, upon the sofa,
sat an old gentleman whom | had never
seen before. He was small and slight
in figure; but straight as an arrow. His
gray hair was drawn back and fes-
tooned in a queue behind. He wore
knee brooches and stockings, and | re-
member that the collar of his dress coat
came up very high in the neck and
that he had on large white cravat.
His whole costume in fact belonged TO
i, Il ,f 10 ttYp
"Uncle Matthew led me-very much
frightened now-toward the sofa and
said, in the slow and stately fashion of
the old regime: Colonel Burr, this is the
child of whom spoke. ! need not tell
you whose name she bears. The stranger
arose, took one of my hands in each of
his and held me out at arms length, and
looked at me--looked at me with such
eyes as never before or since have ! seen
in human head. Large, dark, and full
of strange fire, they seemed to look
through me and down to the very depths
of my soul. could not look away from
them, much. as wanted to. They held
me as by aespell, Ii lasted but few
seconds, for he dropped my hands, ex
claiming in voice trembling with emo
ton: Take her away, Matthew ! | can
not bear itp
"Some weeks later, ash was walking
alone down Broadway, | saw him COM
ing toward me. was Frightened and
slipped by quickly, hoping he would not
notice me. Going a few steps, turned
round, and there were those wonderful
eyes following me, and holding me just
as they did in the parlor. And that was
the last time ! ever saw Aaron Burr"