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ida, to attend the Florida Conference. On the 25th, 

 he completed his sixty-fifth year; and at midnight 

 the final attack came. Seeing alarm depicted in the 

 countenances of those around him, he said: "I am 

 already cold; and now, my precious children, give me 

 up to God. O that more of you were here! but I 

 bless God that I have so lately seen you all." Then 

 turning to one of his daughters, he said, "I want you 

 to finish my minutes (of Conference) to-morrow, and 

 send them off." After another paroxysm of pain, he 

 asked the hour; and when the answer was given, he 

 said: "What, only three hours since I have been suf- 

 fering such torture! Only three hours! What, then, 

 must be the voice of the bird that cries, 'Eternity! 

 eternity! ' Three hours have taken away all but my 

 religion." The next day he suffered much, but on 

 Sunday seemed better, and sat up nearly the whole 

 day. Monday morning, at daylight, he said, " I feel 

 decidedly better." Some medicine was then admin- 

 istered to him, and as Mrs. Capers turned away from 

 his bed to put aside the tumbler from which he had 

 taken a swallow of water, he breathed his last. Thus 

 quickly had disease of the heart done its work. He 

 died on the 29th of January, 1855. 



(Autobiography of Bishop Capers and Sprague's Annals.) 



