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no visible alteration in his appearance, that period having 

 elapsed since seeing him before. He was in the woods 

 with his hounds and gun, rabbit hunting. His common 

 drink is water, milk, cider or beer. He used to assert he 

 was never intoxicated but once in his life, and then a 

 trick was played on him. When laboring under the novel 

 effect of the potation, he exclaimed, Oh dear, Charley 

 has murdered me. 



The history of this industrious, humble and retired in- 

 dividual, and the liappy sequel in these his ripened years, 

 forms an instructive lesson and rich example in many re- 

 spects, to the young and active of the rising generation. 



