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twelve years with liis hospitable friend Stroman. In 

 this good brother's ample mansion, and ampler heart, 

 he found all that life needed, and all that kindness 

 could bestow. Here he spent his last days, as the hon- 

 ored guest of a noble and generous family. Upon 

 Brother Stroman and his family I devoutly ask 

 Heaven's richest benedictions. They did more than 

 give a cup of cold water in the name of a disciple. 

 They will not lose their reward. 



" I' forbear to write. The record of my brother is 

 all good. South Carolina owes his memory much. 

 He did her good all the days of his life. He loved 

 her soil, and her citizens. Let him sleep sweetly in 

 her earth. My brother was really a worn-out vessel. 

 He did not die so much of disease as of the wear of 

 life's tired wheels. Some of his passage over life's 

 stormy ocean was rough and billowy; but he entered 

 his final port on a calm and lovely evening, without a 

 cloud over his setting sun, or a pang in his bosom. 

 All I wish is to be as well fitted to die as I believe he 

 was, and to leave a name as free from discount as he 

 has. Of my father's sons, I only am left, and am pass- 

 ing away." 



